Zoe shrugged. "I try to never assume the worst," she admitted. "It's best to give people the benefit of the doubt."
Oh yeah, licking his lips was totally unfair. Since he was still shirtless and mussed and really, she'd have happily licked the cream off his lips. Okay, she needed to stop it. She was not easy. In fact, beyond the usual 'Oh he's cute' thoughts, she rarely got hung up on sex. Until fate dumped brooding, hot, wet, and naked except for a towel in her unsuspecting lap. Now, she was having trouble not thinking about it.
Or what he could possibly want honey and powdered sugar for. Okay, the obvious answer was something he was cooking. But she wanted him to want it for things that did not involve cooking. Or his brothers. Especially the way he licked his lips.
She nodded, hopping down off the table. "Okay," she agreed. "Hope you start feeling better."