Page 85 of Just for the Plot

“It is.” His fingers brush up against mine. “Almost feels exactly like mine.”

“It does.” And then I pause for a moment. “Wait…” I turn toward him and prop my head up on my hand as I stare down at him. “Bennett…”

“What?” He can’t hide his smile.

“Did you give me your bed?”

“No.”

“Bennett…”

He laughs. “I like you, Bower, but I don’t like you that much. I might have purchased some things to resemble my bed, though, because after I slept here the other night, it was no match to what I have going on in my apartment.”

“I know this, but you didn’t have to purchase things for me.”

He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal. “If I can’t spend money on the people I like, then what the hell am I going to spend money on?”

“I’ll pay you back.”

“The hell you will. This is a housewarming present, and if you pay me back, I’ll be thoroughly insulted.”

Ugh, stubborn man.

“Fine, then at least let me pay you back for the tacos.”

He rolls his eyes. “Sure, Bower, you can pay me back for the tacos.”

“Ha, I knew I’d crack you.”

Chuckling, he gets out of bed and then tugs me along with him. “Speaking of tacos, they’re getting cold. Come on.”

His fingers tangle with mine as he tugs me toward the kitchen and I allow it, because…I’m hungry.

He brings me to the counter and then to my surprise, lifts me up and places me on the cold quartz.

“I have a table, you know.”

“Yeah, that’s full of boxes. This is easier.” He hands me a to-go box and then picks one up himself, flipping open the lid to reveal five shredded-beef tacos.

“Oh my God, it smells amazing.” I flip open my lid as well and my mouth starts to water. I take in the three tacos he got me and silently laugh, because he knows I wouldn’t have consumed five, like him. “Where are these from?”

“One of my favorite places, about a mile away. The dipping sauce is fucking phenomenal.”

“Is that what this is?” I ask, pointing to a container that’s next to my tacos.

“Yup. It’s messy, so be warned.” I watch him dip his taco in the sauce and then take a huge bite, nearly devouring half of it.

Jesus.

After he chews, he says, “I also got some pastries for dessert.”

That makes me laugh, because I wouldn’t expect anything less fromhim.

“Surprised you didn’t start off with dessert.”

“We have to earn it by putting this apartment together.” He glances around. “Which, by the way, what did you do while I was gone?”

I scoff. “Uh, I did a lot.”