“They’re Egyptian cotton. Is that why you wanted to sleep with me?”

She giggled. “Maybe. I’ve always had a soft spot for Egypt. I want to see the Pyramids one day.”

“They’re on my bucket list, too.”

“What else is on your bucket list?” she asked.

“Would you call me weird if I said it was to eat fresh bread in bed?”

She laughed as she shifted to rest her head on his chest. Mmm … nicer than the sheets. She rubbed her cheek against him.

He chuckled before checking the time. “Ha! It’s not even five. Going to have to kick you out soon. I’m making dinner for this chick I’m really into.”

She grinned. “Oh really? What are you making her?”

“It needs to be spectacular to impress her—she’s a fantastic cook. I’m doing shrimp and scallop linguine with a white wine sauce.”

Reena twisted onto her side and ran her hand down his side, resting it on his solid hip bone.

“I’m sure she’ll be impressed. And I’m sure she’ll be willing to help you cook, if it means we can spend more time in bed together.”

He laughed out loud and pinched her bottom. “Have I mentioned you have a rather amazing ass?”

She laughed harder as he grasped her hips and pulled her on top of him, kissing her soundly. She took that to mean they weren’t going to get out of bed quite yet.

Later, Reena was resting her head on his chest again, her hand drifting across one of his hip bones to the other. It still felt unreal that this was happening, that she had access to touch the body she’d been admiring for weeks. “Can I ask you something? Actually, two things.”

“Of course.”

“Your stomach … ” Her hands skimmed over his belly. “You have those big arms but no … six-pack. And … don’t take this badly but … do you even lift anymore?”

He laughed at her bro-dude impression. “Nah, not much. Not at all, really. And you keep feeding me bread … You mind if I lose the biceps?”

She readjusted herself so her head rested on his arm instead of on his chest. “Nope. Not at all.” She knew better than to ever say it out loud, but she didn’t care one bit if he was squishy or built like a tank. Both had their benefits. And right now, during after-sex snuggles, a layer of squish covering the hard muscles would be welcome.

“Okay. Second question. You keep saying that I’m not what you expected. What exactly did your father tell you about me?”

“Well, he said you were good. Not that you’re not good”—he squeezed her—“but you know what I mean. Wholesome. They told me you worked in finance and were still single because you’d been focusing on your career. I thought you were a devoted daughter who lived with your parents. That’s why I was shocked to see you across the hall.”

“You didn’t know what I looked like?”