“You wanted a milkshake, yeah?” I grinned. “Yep. Want me to help?” “Nope. Just sit your ass down and let someone take care of you for once.” Take care of me? Was that what he wanted to do? Tingles invaded my bloodstream. They ran along my skin too, warming me. I sat at the table and—not so discreetly—checked out his ass as he bent down to grab a blender from the bottom cabinet.
