“What the fuck, Theo?” I knew my face had to be beet red. He just grinned and licked his lips, and thankfully I was already sitting down, or my knees would’ve given out for sure.

“What?” he asked, like I was the crazy one. “I said what I said. Your ass is bitable.” He popped the rest of the taco into his grinning mouth.

I had shit to say. A lot of it. But I decided to eat a taco first, because there was still the chance that I’d gone into some kind of low blood sugar episode and was hallucinating. I picked up what looked like a birria taco with one eye on the plate and the other on Theo’s slick expression. I dipped it in the little bowl of broth first, then closed my eyes and moaned when I actually took a bite.

“Holy shit!” It was hard to stay pissed at his greasy behind when he provided me with tacos this good. The meat was tender and perfectly seasoned and the broth was tangy with a hint of smoke. My taste buds were in heaven. “Did you make this?” I asked, the ass-biting comment forgotten as I practically came from a second bite of taco.

“Nah.” He was smiling with teeth now, like me losing it over a taco was the absolute best thing. “I got it at a spot down the street.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. It was kind of fun not having to be pleasant to him all the time. “I thought you were going to cook for me.”

The smile from a minute ago was still tipping up his lips. But it wasn’t amusement I saw on his face. Not quite. It was...satisfaction. It seemed that me being a brat about him cooking for me was great news for Theo.

“I said I’d feed you,” he teased. “Not that I’d make it.” I really resented that he could look that hot in just a T-shirt and jeans.

“Thank you, again,” I said through my last bite. Instead of answering he grabbed his beer from the table and leaned back to watch me eat.

“There’s nothing to thank me for.” It was unnerving to have him this close. Especially when my body could no longer refrain from reacting to his proximity. “You were great this morning.”

“I hated not being able to ream out that asshole,” I finally said and kept my attention on a smudge on the glass top of the table.