He stood there in the hallway, his massive body taking up all the space. He looked a little like a lion who felt regret for his prey. “Like I said, there was nothing at all intimate about those relationships. No relationship at all. I found a woman and hooked up for sex and sent her on her way in the morning. Sometimes she would come back for seconds, but only if I truly believed she didn’t want anything from me but sex. It has been pointed out to me recently that the way I behave makes me some kind of a douchebag.”

Did it? If she didn’t want to be slut shamed for what she wanted, she couldn’t exactly do the same to him. Stupid logic. Maybe if she hadn’t had all those dumb ethics and philosophy classes she could have been self-centered and intolerant. “You said you were honest with them?”

“Always.”

“Then you weren’t a douchebag. You were a healthy male looking for sex and trying to be upfront about it. Believe me. I know a douchebag when I see one. I dated several.” She looked up at him, tilting her head so he could take in her face and neck. “How bad is the glitter?”

He reached behind her, picking up the washcloth she’d used. “Not bad. Just some right here.”

He drew the cloth along her jawline and on her neck, right down to her clavicle. She was deeply aware she was naked under that robe and all he would have to do to make her drop it was tug that knot loose. “There. That’s some of it, but I think it’s going to take multiple scrubbings to be free of it. You know it does make you glow.”

She was way too aware of how close he was, how easy it would be to brush her body up against his. She wasn’t sure it was the glitter making her glow. Being close to him seemed to make her whole body light up. “You said there was pizza.”

If she stayed too close to him, she didn’t trust her dumbass self not to go up on her tiptoes and brush her mouth against his. She dreamed about sucking that plump bottom lip into her mouth.

He smiled, an almost self-deprecating expression. “Yeah. There’s pizza. I’ll even suffer through a few veggies, though they don’t really have a place on a pie.”

Good. That was good. If they were talking about his eating habits, then he wasn’t staring down at her lips like he wanted to devour her, glitter and all. “I hardly think mushrooms and olives count as vegetables.”