“Shouldn’t I take a shower first? I’ve been sweating in the sun all day.” The way Cas’s eyes burned as he looked up at me stole what little breath I had. “I may not be an expert cook, but I know all the best recipes need seasoning.” Oh. My. God. I was gobsmacked, genuinely gobsmacked, and it must have shown on my face because Cas stood and wrapped his arms around me. “We can take a shower if you’re not comfortable,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head as his strong biceps squeezed me just enough to feel supportive. Encouraging. “I never want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
