The line of his shoulders and one slightly raised eyebrow told me he was thinking about the meal he had the ingredients for at home. The way he was fiddling with his pencil said it was something sautéed, not grilled, with vegetables.
“And I don’t want to risk it for sex.” Confusion blossomed in Jack’s eyes and he started to pull away, hurt at what he saw as a rejection written in the line of his mouth.I pulled him back to me quickly. “Jack.” His eyes avoided mine. I gentled my voice further. “Jack, look at me.”