I chuckled. “However you would like.”
“Yo, folks!” He turned toward the family room. “Hot chocolate! With whipped creamandmarshmallows.”
Hugo was the first to arrive. He shook his head as Axel filled his mug to the brim with the whipped cream. “All that extra sugar.”
Axel swiped his index finger in the whipped cream and appeared to be aiming for Hugo’s nose.
The man deftly caught it. “No, thanks.” He sucked the whipped cream off Axel’s finger.
The rock star gave him this dreamy smile.
Spencer started handing everyone their mugs.
Whereas I thought we might go back into the family room—where we’d be way more comfortable—we didn’t. Meg, with Big Mac’s assistance, slid onto a stool. Reese took one, Freddie athird, and Songbird the final one. We stood around, after having doctored our drinks and just…shot the shit.
About an hour later, after we’d exhausted tons of topics, everyone headed out. Lydia, Kato, and Mickey were the last to leave since they had to take down all the equipment. Funny how I’d forgotten they were there. I hadn’t thought I would but, in the end, I was too wrapped up in all the anecdotes and advice Grindstone had to offer.
Spencer kissed my temple after I’d locked the front door.
I sagged against him. “How did I survive that?”
“With great ease. And hey, Pauletta helped us with the cleanup while the crew put their equipment away, so we can head right to bed.”
“I gotta piss first. Two hot chocolates? That’s enough caffeine to keep me wired.”
“At least you didn’t add half a can of whipped cream. Hugo said something about Axel bouncing off the walls.” Spencer took my hand, shut off the lights, and guided me up the grand staircase.
“I wondered about a student getting together with his teacher. The fact there was nothing between them back then, and ten years have passed…that’s reassuring, right?”
“Yep.” He directed me toward my bedroom. “I’ll clean up in the spare bathroom and meet you in bed.”
My bathroom only had one sink, and although I didn’t mind intimate quarters, Spencer still liked a bit of privacy—probably a hangover from the years of living in a one-bedroom apartment with his parents. He valued space. It didn’t always have to be physical, although sometimes it was. Most of the time, he needed room to breathe. To think. I was happy to give him that space.
Fifteen minutes later, we were cuddled in bed.
I’d gently coaxed Moses into his covered cat bed.
He’d leapt out, darted through my open bedroom door, and headed out to do God knew what. I didn’t have mice, so I wasn’t too concerned about what mischief he might get up to. He seemed like a pretty smart guy, and I’d lay good money he’d be curled around our heads come morning.
“You really don’t mind having a cat? He’s a handful.”
“I’ve often thought about getting a dog. Might not be fair to them though, you know? What with me touring.”
“There are dog babysitters. Heck, you’ve now got me.”
But for how long?He’d rented his condo to a UBC student for the winter semester. Since I was going to be in Greece, and he was here, it only made sense to have someone in his place. He’d met her through TLIO, so he trusted her. This way, he didn’t have to go back and forth between the two places. He could settle in here and hopefully, be comfortable.
He pressed his erection against my ass.
I wriggled backward.
He groaned. “You’re not too tired?”
“To fuck you? Oh, hell no.”
“Fair enough.”
We always slept in the buff. We’d also both been tested and had ditched the condoms as well.
