Page 108 of Fame & Chaos

“Why are you smirking at me?” she asks while walking closer.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I found your toolbox under the sink. I fixed the cupboard door and stopped the tap leaking.”

Her eyes widen slightly. “You went through my cupboards?”

I tense immediately. “Only looking for tools, I swear.”

Her hard stare breaks instantly as she bursts out laughing and slaps my arm. “I’m kidding, you giant goof. God, you looked terrified.”

Still rubbing her wet hair with the towel, she walks over and tests the cupboard door a few times like she’s expecting it to fall apart. “Wow. You did a pretty good job.”

I grin proudly. “What? You think I don’t know how to fix things? I’m an excellent handyman.”

“I just don’t picture rock stars knowing how to use tools.” She shrugs. “I figured all you could do was sing and play guitar.”

“There are a lot of things I can do besides play guitar and sing.” My voice lowers slightly. “I’d happily demonstrate if you let me.”

She walks toward me and wraps her arms around my waist, pressing herself against my chest while her damp hair brushes against me and sends a chill straight through my body.

I hold her tightly.

“You’re a man of many talents, apparently,” she murmurs while looking up at me through those sparkling blue eyes.

“Many, many talents, my sweet Indi.”

She giggles softly before rising onto her toes, and I bend down to meet her halfway.

“Is kissing one of those talents?” she asks teasingly.

I smirk. “How about I show you and you can decide?”

She presses her lips gently against mine, and every muscle in my body instantly relaxes. Sliding my hand up her back and into her damp hair, I hold her against me while brushing my tongue slowly against hers.

The entire world fades away.

It’s just Indi and me standing barefoot in her tiny kitchen, kissing like this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.

When she finally pulls back, her feet settle flat against the floor again, and she smiles up at me. “Hmm… I suppose your kissing could qualify as a talent.” She taps her finger thoughtfully against her chin. “But don’t let it go to your head and start thinking you’re God’s gift to women.”

Laughing softly, I lean down and kiss her forehead. “You, Indi, are a fucking tease.”

She feigns shock and shakes her head. “Me? Never!” Then she smirks, releases me, and walks over to the refrigerator. “Thank you for fixing those things for me. I was thinking something quick and easy for dinner. Pasta, okay?”

I nod and follow her over while she pulls ingredients and hands them to me. I place everything on the island bench, my attention drifting immediately to her ass as she bends down again.

Christ.

I swallow hard, fighting the urge to walk over there and grab her properly.

She turns around suddenly, catching me staring. “See something you like there, Caleb?” she asks with a smug little smirk.

I huff out a laugh. “Sorry, but when you’re waving it around in front of me like that, it’s hard not to think about grabbing you and…” I trail off, shaking my head to clear away the filthy thoughts charging through my brain.

“Right.” She points toward the living room. “How about you piss off to the couch while I cook dinner without you feeling the need to grope me?”

Before she can move away, I grab the packet of pasta from her hands and gently spin her toward the living room. “How about I make dinner, and you relax after working all day?” I grin. “Then maybe I can grope you afterward.”

She laughs softly. “You? Cook?”