“Team Batwoman and Robin for the win.” She holds out her fist, and I bump mine against it before she pulls the seat belt across her body. “Now, this superhero needs her beauty sleep.”

“Aye aye, boss.”

I shift the car into drive, and it’s a short ride to her duplex. Without a word, I unbuckle my seat belt, step out of the car, and open Cassidy’s door—all date-style even though this isn’t a date, right? My hand finds the base of her back when she steps out, and as we stroll side by side to her unit.

During the drive home, worry followed me with every mile over her comment about not sleeping well. I could be reading too much into it, but there has to be a reason. At times, I’ve slept terribly, but it’s always been because of underlying issues. I’m almost tempted to invite her to my place and give her my bed while I take the couch.

My hand doesn’t leave her back until we walk into her apartment, and she starts flipping on the lights. Her apartment is small and doesn’t display much of her character. A deep red sectional rests against the living room wall with furry white pillows scattered along it. There’s miscellaneous pink and feminine wall art. Across the room is the kitchen and an area where a pub table sits.

Cassidy shoves away a few pillows, collapses onto the couch, and eyeballs me, her gaze sharp and searching. “All right, Callahan, are we ever going to talk about our kiss, or shall we act like it never happened?” Her tone is clear—no bullshit, no beating around the bush.

My chest seizes with pain, and I force a laugh while attempting to calm my mind. “I was hoping we’d act like it never happened.”

She sucks in a breath, disappointment clouding her features. “That sure makes a girl feel good.”

I tug at the neck of my costume, wishing I could kick my own ass for kissing her. Not that there was no attraction or that I didn’t want to do more. No, I wanted to drag her to my bedroom and do more than watch TV and eat snacks. I wanted her to be my snack, wanted the movie to be the background noise while I fucked her in every position possible, and then I wanted to feed her breakfast in bed the next morning.

Unfortunately, my dumbass has only managed to complicate our friendship.

“My answer has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me,” I grind out, more disgusted with myself with each word of bullshit I deliver. With the time I’ve had, you’d think I’d have come up with a better reason for shutting us down.