The guy had size, stamina, and she liked the way he smelled. An odd metric, but she couldn’t tolerate a funky guy, no matter how much she might like the look of him. And boy, did she like Damon Sinclair, clothed and naked.
Listening for him, she heard nothing and realized he must have left while she slept. Rude, but he’d earned it.
Then she realized it was nearly ten in the morning. She didn’t normally sleep that late.
She took a quick shower and dressed. When she entered the kitchen, she froze.
There, on the counter, sat a small spray of white roses in a pretty glass vase. Next to it, a tall to-go cup of coffee, now warm, and a box of treats from Bragg’s Tea House welcomed her to partake. The note by it read:
Marlie, I swear, you wore me out. In the best possible way. Wish I could have stayed but my sister called. See you at the game! XOXO D.
Her heart raced and did funny little flips inside her. XO. Hugs and kisses to go with coffee and treats from Bragg’s Tea House. Man, I could seriously fall for this guy.
It wasn’t enough that he’d given her a ton of pleasure. He’d had to go and be sweet upon leaving.
She spent the morning with a big ass smile that refused to leave her face. When she picked Jeff up to drive them to the game, he wore a goofy grin as well.
“Oh, that’s your sex face.” He laughed. “Look at us.” He pointed to his own grin.
“Twinsies,” she said as she handed over a molasses cookie she’d saved just for him.
“From Bragg’s?”
She nodded.
“Well?” He said after inhaling the cookie.
“You first.”
To her shock, Jeff blushed.
“Holy shit. You’re in love.”
He groaned. “I think I am. Really. And it scares the shit out of me.” He swallowed hard. “I, um…”
To her shock, tears welled in his eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay.” She gripped his hand on his lap and squeezed. “You know you’re my guy. If you love him, I know I will. Unless he screws you over, and then I’ll hate him forever.”
He choked on a laugh. “Sorry. I don’t mean to cry. It’s just, I feel so emotional. Marlie, we spent the best night together. It was magical.”
A lot like hers had been. But she was nowhere close to loving Damon. Affection, admiration, sure. But she refused to let herself feel deeper for a guy leaving in a month. Especially since he agreed to a no-strings relationship.
She drove toward the game. “I’m glad you found love. It’s about time.”
“Pot calling kettle. Hello?”
“Seriously? I haven’t found love. Intense like, maybe.”
“With Demon Sinclair?”
“No, with your dad.”
He shot her the finger. She shot it right back.
“Tell me.”
She sighed. “We spent lunch together. Then we went back to my place for boardgames. I ate too much cake to have sex.”
