The word useage wasn't lost on Adrian and he was amazed at how little it bothered him, her referring to the loft as their home. Hell, it was the opposite of bothering him; it made him all warm inside in a way that had nothing to do with his crotch...well, not until she bent over to get cookies out of the oven. Christ, the way she moved always stirred him up, sure, but when she did things like that - did them utterly without artifice and usually completely clueless that her actions were provocative - it was like he was fifteen again.

He indulged in a brief fantasy of just crossing the ten feet that separated them, pushing the little panties aside and taking her right there in the kitchen. He groaned at the sudden tightening of his jeans and ran a hand over his face. "So. Ah. What kind of cookies are those?" he asked, his voice low and husky.