“It’s not your house anymore,” she reminded me while pinning me with another dirty look. “It’s our house now. And I can’t be dealing with you all bare-chested.” That was way too easy for me too not jump on.

“Can’t handle how sexy I am then?” I asked with a snap of my head. “Got it.”

She let out another one of those sexy little growls, small fists tight at her side. I wanted to kiss her until she was out of breath.

“Nooooo.” She stretched the word out for what felt like a minute. “I can’t handle partial nudity when I’m trying to drink some damn juice in the kitchen.”

“That’s really specific.” I tucked my hand under my chin, in mock confusion. “Are you afraid you’ll be so overcome with lust from the sight of my smooth, tanned chest and choke or something?” She didn’t answer with words, but her middle finger let me know what she thought of that theory. I recklessly went right back at it.

“Besides what’s the big deal? As you already mentioned, you saw my chest five times a week for years and it wasn’t an issue.”

“I was getting paid to do that,” she snapped. I did not miss the extra-long second those big brown eyes snagged on the area of my upper torso.

“That hurts, Alba Altagracia.” She took a step toward me like she was really trying to figure out if she could take me.

“I am perfectly capable of resisting your...” She bit off whatever she was going to say and spun on her heel in the direction of the kitchen. “Never mind.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you find my body so irresistible you requested I put on a garbage bag to cover it,” I called after her. “We’re good, Alba Eurydice.”

I heard the scoff, but she didn’t turn around. “I’m not taking the bait, you know perfectly well that’s not my name.” She opened the fridge door. “Let me check in here, because after all that spelt and alfalfa sprouts I saw you buy at the store, I need to make sure there’s food I can eat.” With that she proceeded to stick half her body inside, putting her pert ass on full display for me again.

My reaction to the view told me I should probably start listing some rules too, because I didn’t know how I’d get anything done with her walking around in yoga pants and crop tops. A sound of disapproval from the depths of the refrigerator redirected my attention away from the perfect bubble butt in front of me and to its owner.

“What?” I asked, but she kept rifling through the contents without a word.