“Is he putting that pressure on you?” I’ve never understood teachers who do that because all it does is make the student, in whatever area, nervous. I dealt with it a lot in school when I was trying to keep some of my grades up to play football.
“No.” She shakes her head and sighs. “It’s all me. I have this need to be perfect in everything I do. Letting people down isn’t an option.”
Interesting. Even though I thought we knew each other well, I’m still learning things about her. My hope is it never stops. “We can always practice some things you’ve learned this weekend. We’re both off on Sunday.”
“That would actually be great.” She claps her hands. “I’ll run to a store tomorrow after my class and get some of the things we’ll need. At least the basics.”
Eric slides our drinks in front of us, and it’s so weird seeing her drink martinis. It feels upscale and not at all like the person she used to be. Her tastes have changed, and I hope like hell I don’t turn out to be something else she outgrows.
“Do you know how to make that?”
She nods before taking a sip. “Yeah, but mine doesn’t turn out all that great. I’m working on it.”
“That’s all you can do. Wanna grab food after this?” I lift my mug of beer to explain what I mean.
“Yes. I’m starving.” She looks behind us at my friends. “Are they coming?”
“Hell no.” I wrap my arm around her shoulder. “They’ve had me most of the week, and I haven’t got to see you. It’s just you and me tonight.”
Twenty-four hour breakfast places used to be the best thing ever. Maybe it’s because I was slightly inebriated when I used to go. Tonight…that was a bust. They couldn’t get anything right, and it was packed. I did recognize a few people from the bar, so it’s likely they had the same idea.
Lisa is following behind me as we pull into the driveway. I asked if she’d rather go home, but she was tired of Eric quizzing her every five minutes about the things she’s learning in class.
She parks next to me and waits until I’m at the front door before she gets out of the car. I don’t blame her. It’s cold and windy. I wouldn’t want to wait in it either.
“Thank you for brinner.” She bumps into me as I unlock the door.
“Brinner?”
“Breakfast slash dinner. It’s the easiest way to say it.” She grins and walks inside as soon as I have the door open.
“If you say so.” I follow and close the door behind me. Pulling my arms out of the sleeves of my jacket, I toss it on the bed. “Do you want to watch TV or something?”
“I’m good with something.” She’s half sitting on the table, half standing. Her arms behind her, bracing her body. Playful Lisa is probably my favorite version of her. She throws caution to the wind and goes with the flow.
Two steps. That’s all I need in this small house to reach her. I settle between her legs and place my hands on her thighs. “Oh yeah? What kind of something?”
She cups my face in her hands and pulls me toward her. Her lips meet mine at the same time her legs circle my waist. I have to lift her and push her further onto the table to keep either of us from falling.
I lean forward, one hand braced on the table and the other circling her waist. There’s a perfectly good bed five feet away, but I don’t want to break this kiss.
She moves her hands down my body until reaching my jeans. Within seconds my jeans are unbuttoned and she’s working on hers. Her legs coming down to rest against mine. She reaches up with one hand to hold herself steady and uses the other to push down her jeans. Lucky for her I have great balance, otherwise both of us would be on the floor.
This feels like old times. Not only the sex, but the spontaneity. We spent so many nights wrapped in each other arms for hours, only for her to lie on the bed and listen to me play guitar afterward. It’s the first time I’ve felt like us since we got back together.
“Do you want to move to the bed?” I know what her answer is going to be, but I have to ask.
She nods, and I pick her up before carrying her to the bed. Her arms around my neck, holding tight, while I try not to trip over my falling jeans. Her fingers trail along my chest after I set her down and wrestle the fabric on my legs. I try to step out of my boots and pants at the same time and almost fall onto her.
“Slow down. We have all night.”
“You don’t have to be up early for anything?”
“Crap. No, I do. I have class at nine.” She pulls me toward her again. “But it’s okay. I can take a nap before I have to go into work.”
“Are you sure?” Geez. I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut. Why am I trying to put the brakes on this?
She nods her head, “yes. Now kiss me.”
