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"It looks delicious."
"Yeah?"
Titus closed the jar of mayonnaise and placed it beside the pickles, then he finished assembling the sandwich with lettuce and two slices of ham.
"But you should add more pickles."
"Sure."
As he unscrewed the jar lid, he caught Grace biting her lip, her gaze fixed on his forearms.
Oh.
Oh...
It all made sense now. When she randomly asked him to make her a sandwich, Titus had been confused by the request, but he'd obliged anyway. Since their first date in Central Park, they had started spending quite a lot of time together doing "normal stuff", as Grace so charmingly put it. He had noticed her checking him out a few times before, especially his arms, but now that they were getting closer, her gaze seemed to linger like a caress. Grace had purposely put him in a situation where she could watch him opening and closing jars. Titus suppressed a smile at her juvenile tactics. Because he was a jerk, he provoked her a little...
"Do you want me to ditch the shirt? Or is this enough, dear wife?"
He closed the jar making sure to exaggerate the strength needed for the simple action, flexing his muscles and giving her a show.
"Just give me the damn sandwich, you smug fucker. I'm starving."
But Grace was smiling, her cheeks a little red and her eyes still glued to his arms. He gave her the sandwich, hiding a smile when she took a bite and moaned in pleasure.
"You really were starved, weren't you?"
"This is so fucking good, Titus!"
"I have to warn you, roasts and sandwiches are the extent of my culinary skills."
"Oven or open flames?"
"Open flames."
"Of course the devil worshiper would prefer cooking meat using actual fire..."
That had him throwing his head back with laughter. He loved Grace's dark sense of humor.
"I'm glad you're making jokes about it. It means you're no longer freaked out by my worshiping choices."
"Oh, I'm still freaked out. But you're kinda handsome and you make such good sandwiches that I'm gonna overlook that side of you..."
"You think I'm handsome?"
She rolled her eyes at Titus and then finished her sandwich in two large bites. There was mayonnaise at the corners of her lips and he wished he could lick them clean. Titus wanted to lick her all over... But he grabbed a kitchen towel instead, and cleaned her face almost chastely. When he moved the towel away, she surged forward and kissed him on the chin.
"Thank you, my handsome devil."
And then she was gone before he could react. Titus touched his chin in awe, a soft smile on his lips.
"I'm totally fucked..."