“Yeah. I’d forgotten I even had that thing.” Pulling another plate from the cabinet, she fished the toast out with her fingers. “Oh, hey, there’s strawberry jelly in the fridge. I’m gonna need that.” She grabbed two more plates in the other hand and carried it all to the table. “I think I’m being spoiled.”
Victor laughed, “I hope you don’t mind, I did some rummaging.” His ears perked at the mention of strawberry jelly. “Strawberries? I love them.” He grabbed the coffee and two cups he’d set aside and brought them over to the table as well. “Well, perhaps I am spoiling you a little bit. Call it a weakness, I tend to spoil those I care for.”
“You have known me two days, Victor, darling.” Summer gave him a suspicious look. “I’m not going to dis love at first sight, but really. Oh, um … I don’t drink coffee. I have that machine to make hot chocolate and cider, actually.”
He looked a little sheepish then. “Sorry, would you like me to fix you a cup of either then?” Victor paused a moment. “Right, well, you don’t have to love someone to care about them. I can’t say that I love you because I’ve only known you for two days yet, I’ve just shagged you which, for me, implies some level of caring. Like I said already, I’m not the shag ‘em and leave ‘em type. At the very least I feel comfortable around you but this is your house and if I’m being a little too forward I can leave.”
“You’re starting to sound like me,” Summer returned wryly. “If I wanted you to leave, I’d say so.” She collected forks and sat down at the table, watching Victor. “I’m not really complaining. Just … confused. I can’t remember the last time someone /wanted/ to shag me. Much less,” she gestured around, “/spoil/ me.” With quick, economical motions, she tied her hair in a lovers’ haste knot.