I consider his question for a moment then nod. “Yeah, I don’t even mind living in another state as long as harsh winters aren’t involved. You?”
He shakes his head; lighter reddish-brown streaks are visible in the sun.
“My bar still needs me to be local. No cross country moving for me. Maybe if I was just a bartender and not a business owner, I wouldn’t be opposed to moving.”
“That’s logical,” I agree. “You’d have to move your business, sell it, or open a new one if you have someone you trust to run it. Too many moving parts to move on a whim.”
“Pretty much.”
“Are your parents in Houston?”
“Kinda.”
“Kinda?”
He flashes his near-perfect teeth. “They live in Sugarland.”
“Ah! You have to plan an hour for the drive there, alone.”
“Yup.”
“Do you go often?”
“Not as often as I should,” he admits. “I’m usually busy doing something else.”
I ignore the dull ache in my chest. It’s not his fault my uncle is the only family I have left. But, if someone told me I could see my parents, and I only had to drive for an hour, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
I take a few more bites of my food, but my appetite is gone.
“Told you, you weren’t going to finish all of that,” Jason teases as he plucks a square of my melon off my plate.
“I would have, but the talking slowed me down.”
The joke is weak, but it’s enough to distract him. Aside from the memory of my parents, I’m pleased that our brunch went well.
Jason asks for, pays, and signs the bill.
“What else are we doing?”
“I’m taking you shopping.” The way he says it doesn’t give me confidence that he’s not up to something sinister.
“Shopping?”
“Yes,” he confirms as he slides his shades in place, enhancing his model looks.
I stare at his body as he stands and stretches, his navy thermal Henley hugs his body and highlight the muscles underneath. I want him again, but I fear I’m acting like a horny teenager. I filled my days with a lot of other plans, events, and activities before I learned the wonders or Jason’s body. Surely I can do it again.
“Shopping for what?” I blurt the question to move my mind from his body and sex.
Jason leans down, placing one hand on the table, and the other, on the back of my chair.
His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “We are going shopping for new toys, then I’ll make sure you know how to use them.”
He kisses my temple, then pulls away.
Damn. There goes my plan to not think about sex.
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