With her apology, Rhys wanted to tell her everything right then and there but he didn't, his knife stilling as she snitched a piece of carrot. The sound she made after had him twitching in his pants. Continuing the chopping, he left a few more pieces for her before scraping the rest into the salad. "You didn't know," he said softly. Tamlin, on the other hand....
Getting back at him was not the priority now as he answered the next question, making quick work of cleaning the knife and cutting board to put them in the drying rack. "Yes, you're allowed to leave. If you wish to live somewhere else, that is also your choice. Bear in mind, though, that living somewhere else will require a job. A legal one," he added as a tease.
Chicken almost done, he busied himself around her, setting out place settings on the table along with glasses and utensils. Out went the giant bowl of salad and some dressing options before he returned. "You should get washed up." Not an order, but a coax. "Dirty hands near food?" There was the hint of a smile on his face as he waited for her response, trying to gauge how she reacted to that.
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Getting back at him was not the priority now as he answered the next question, making quick work of cleaning the knife and cutting board to put them in the drying rack. "Yes, you're allowed to leave. If you wish to live somewhere else, that is also your choice. Bear in mind, though, that living somewhere else will require a job. A legal one," he added as a tease.
Chicken almost done, he busied himself around her, setting out place settings on the table along with glasses and utensils. Out went the giant bowl of salad and some dressing options before he returned. "You should get washed up." Not an order, but a coax. "Dirty hands near food?" There was the hint of a smile on his face as he waited for her response, trying to gauge how she reacted to that.