When I came back out to the kitchen, Amanda was already cleaning up. She was storing the pot of soup in the fridge, and I could see all the dishes had been put in the sink. I went over and started washing them as she went over to wipe down the table, and I felt us settling into a natural rhythm. Dancing around each other in the kitchen as we both tried to clean up.
And every time she passed by me, I got a whiff of her perfume.
“Brian?”
“Yep?”
“How the hell is a man like you single?”
The question caught me off guard, and I panned my gaze over to her.
“What?”
“Oh, come on. Don’t give me that. You’re good looking, you can cook, and you’re obviously well off by the state of this cabin. Why are you single?”
I lowered my gaze to the floor before I continued cleaning the dishes at the sink.
“Wasn’t always the case,” I said.
“I knew it. Someone has your heart,” she said.
I grunted but didn’t answer.
I glanced over at Amanda as she made her way to the corner of the counter. She hopped up onto it as I began stacking dishes in the dishwasher. Her legs swung off the edge and dangled in mid-air, swinging as if to tease me. I wanted to reach out and grab them. I wanted to pull her body firmly into mine. I wanted to growl in her ear that it was none of her damn business before I pushed her to her knees and whipped my cock out for her to suck.
But I felt compelled to talk to her, and that was something I hadn’t experienced before.
Not with anyone, in fact.
“I was married once.”
Amanda’s eyes settled onto the side of my face as I drew in a deep breath.
“But, things didn’t work out. Ended up being the shittiest decision I’d ever made with my life, quite frankly.”
“Why?” Amanda asked. “What happened?”
That was something I wasn’t ready to talk about.
“Just things. It’s not important. What about you?”
“There was until he turned out to be a jackass.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Just things,” she said.
I stacked the last dish in the dishwasher before I closed it up and looked at her.
“Things, huh?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. Just things.”
My cock twitched at her voice calling me ‘sir.’
“Do you ever get into town much?” Amanda asked.
“Not really. Unless we need food,” I said.