Jensen looked pleasantly surprised to see me, but any questions he had towards my being in the kitchen were washed away by the laughter that played around in his eyes. Grinning, he asked, “What’s with the pose?”
I looked down at myself. I was crouched slightly, with knees apart and hands at the ready to grab the attacker; you know, how you look when you’re preparing to pounce. If it were anyone else, I’m pretty sure I would have felt zero embarrassment. It was Jensen though, and I realized just how ridiculous I must look to him. The heat rushed into my face and I shook myself out of the pose, closing the door behind me while cursing both Lea and Jet in my head. The two evil masterminds had planned this and were probably laughing super hard back in the living room. What a ruse.
“Um, well, I didn’t expect to see you here.” I bent down, pretending to tie my shoe lace but letting my long hair fall over like curtains on either side of my face, hoping he didn’t see the blush.
“I didn’t either,” I heard him say. “They didn’t tell you I was here?”
“No, not a clue. When we heard the noise in the kitchen, Jet said a bird might have flown in through the window so I came in to check.”
I stood up straight again, and caught Jensen watching me with interest.
A smile tugged at his lips as he broke the gaze and went back to working on the dishes. “Just pictured what you would have done if Jet hadn’t been lying.”
I laughed, hoisting myself onto the kitchen counter next to him and taking a towel, drying up the dishes he’d done. “I’m pretty sure I could have handled myself.”
Jensen didn’t reply to that. He shot me a grin and continued his work. Even though a silence grew between us, it was the casual kind. With zero awkwardness, and zero tension. I loved the fact that such a silence could now be shared between the two of us after so many years. I also took this opportunity to sneak a few glances at him.