“I love Thai—sound good?”
“Absolutely. It’s called Tommy Thai. I’m sure you can find it.”
He nods. “Yup. Got it. What do you want?”
We decide what we want to eat, he orders while I finish folding the laundry and then pull on cute pink sleep shorts with a matching camisole on top.
“What the hell?” he demands when I come out of the bathroom.
“What?” I look down worriedly.
“How am I supposed to think about food with you looking like sex on a pink stick?”
I snicker. “I can put on shorts and a regular T-shirt…”
“Nope.” He moves toward me purposefully. “I love what you’re wearing.”
Then he kisses me and I forget all about laundry, food, and everything else.
You’re fucking perfect, Summer.
So is he.
Chapter 7
Tate
Spending Sunday afternoon and evening hanging out at Summer’s place was amazing. All we did was eat, talk, and fuck—for the most part—and it was the best day I’ve spent outside of music in a long time. She ticks all my boxes and it’s a little scary how much I like her after just one day.
She’s sweet, sexy, and the intimacy between us is off the charts.
We also seem to be able to talk about anything, and I’ve never had an experience like this with someone that’s supposed to be a one-night stand.
And when the guys texted asking if I wanted them to pick me up on the way to Montreal, I told them no even before I talked to Summer.
I didn’t want to leave then, and I don’t want to leave now.
Luckily, we still have another twenty-four hours before I have to worry about going anywhere.
I texted Sasha and asked her to get me a flight, so I’m leaving on an eleven o’clock flight out of Albany in the morning. She’s even sending a car service to pick me up, so I can spend as much time as possible with Summer. I just hope I’m not inconveniencing her.
Not that she’s made me feel like an inconvenience. Hell, I’ve never had so much fun playing house. I don’t know if it’s the circumstances or the woman, but I like being with her. Hearing her laugh. The way it feels when she curls into my chest talking about anything and everything. She listens. And she truly knows nothing about my life or my lifestyle, which is refreshing.
Today, however, she’s all business.
We fell asleep around eleven last night and I heard her in the bathroom just before eight, so it was a good night’s sleep and now I’m guessing she has plans for the day. I feel bad that she didn’t get her baking or shopping done, but I’ll do my best to make it up to her.
“You up?” she asks, coming out of the bathroom looking more adorable than ever. She has on black shorts with a little ruffle at the bottom, a pink tank top that shows off her ample chest, and her hair is lightly curled around her shoulders.
“I’m awake,” I say, sitting up. “What’s the plan, boss?”
She laughs. “Grocery store, post office, and then back here to get the pies going.”
“Can I amend the schedule just a little?” I ask. “How about I take you to breakfast first, then groceries, then baking.”
She pretends to consider it. “Okay. I’ll let you take me to breakfast.”
“Give me five minutes to wash up and get dressed.”
