“I would never expect an orgasm,” he volleys back, because it’s true, and also because he knows who he’s talking to, and he likes every opportunity he has to show her that he isn’t a meatheaded jock. “But I definitely wouldn’t say no.”

He smirks at her, biting his lip as he looks her over with a bit of heat in his gaze, and then turns his attention back to the task at hand. The hot dogs seem cooked enough, so he leans over to grab the bag of buns and draws his stick in closer, closing a bun around the hot dog to pull it free. It rests on his knees as he grabs another bun to do the same to Maeve’s, handing it over to her.

“I thought our phallic dinner might get you in the mood,” he teases, laughing happily as he unearths a bottle of mustard. “Is it working? Are the wieners getting to you?”