Nicole's POV

I opened the front door and found Victor wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, waiting for a lasagna to finish spinning in the microwave as if this were a perfectly normal scene.

For a second, I considered closing the door and pretending I had the wrong address.

"Don't you have any clothes?" I asked, dropping my bag.

"I do," he replied without the slightest hurry. "But I know you like seeing me like this."

I rolled my eyes.

"Keep dreaming."

I walked past him, t