“Okay.” I nodded. “I-I’ll break up with Co— him but we can’t sleep together until I do.”

I swallowed, relieved at having made that decision. Truth be told, Cohen and my relationship had been over for a while now. I wasn’t sure exactly when it happened … hell, truth be told, it was likely doomed from the very beginning. Because compared to Robert Townsend there was no other man. He’d ruined me for everyone who came after him.

And as he moved closer like a panther stalking its prey, I knew he knew it.

“That’s fair,” he stated cockily while wrapping his left hand around the side of my face, pulling me into him for another kiss.

I wouldn’t let my mind think about everything else he’d said. The mention he’d made about marrying me, or even the four children he spoke of having, after that first night together. No. I didn’t need to think about all of that. For the moment, I could just soak up the beautiful feeling of his kiss, the embrace of his arms and being in his presence, and the strength and protection it afforded my own peace of mind.

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I pulled from his embrace. I needed to break the kiss because as much as I wanted to be fair to Cohen, I couldn’t do so if he was going to keep kissing me.

Robert stared at me for a few heartbeats before finally releasing a breath. “Sure. What do you have?” He began removing his suit jacket.

“Campbell’s tomato soup and grilled cheese.”

I tilted my head when his forehead creased, looking disappointed. “What?”

“Campbell’s soup? That’s crap.”

A laugh burst from my lips. “We weren’t all raised with a silver spoon, Townsend.”

He frowned.

“I’ll pretty it up a little for you, and it pairs well with my grilled cheese. I’ll even let you choose which cheese we’ll have on our sandwiches.” I glanced back over my shoulder before padding over my wooden floors toward my tiny kitchen.

My apartment wasn’t too big, only about five hundred square feet. But I’d sacrificed size to be closer to my work. From my apartment to my job it only took about twenty minutes to walk—obviously, it was much shorter if I chose to drive, which I did only during inclement weather.

“You have more than one cheese option?” he asked from behind me, his warm breath moving over the back of my neck.