We ate quietly for a moment.

He kept looking at me every few minutes, making me feel flustered. I tried to busy myself by attacking the steak.

"I'll do the dishes," I offered.

"No way. You're my guest. Go sit down, and I'll take care of the rest," he waved his hand dismissively.

"Nope! I'm helping," I insisted.

"Must you argue with me about everything?" he chuckled.

"I must," I said.

I started to soak the dishes in soap and water and got to work. I tensed as I felt his warmth behind me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pressed against me. I thought about protesting, but...