Celeste smiles, but sadness clouds her hazel orbs.
“Beau—” I know what she’s going to say; it’s a debate we started last night until she distracted me with more sex. I don’t want to debate right now.
“What else?” I cut her off. “Keep going, you’re on a roll.”
“Scholarships, grants, or housing assistance. I could host fundraisers. Of course, I’d have to find a reason to get people to invest—”
“I’m sure it will all come together once you get started.”
We stuff ourselves as we chat about everything except our near future. It’s going to be extremely hard to walk away from her, but she’s adamant that I should. Speaking of which…
“I have to run a quick errand,” I inform her. “Will you be okay alone for an hour?”
Celeste looks around at all the windows.
“I guess. Is your lovesick friend coming back?”
My amusement spikes when I detect a hint of jealousy.
“She better not. She’ll leave if she doesn’t see my car, anyway.” I shake my head. It really is a sad thought. “I hope she finds someone who feels the same way. As far as I know, she isn’t a terrible person, just not for me.”
I get up, walk over to the balcony doors, and pull the drapes for privacy. Returning to the bed, I gather up the tray and plates and kiss Celeste on the forehead.
“I can close all the shutters and curtains if you’d like.”
Celeste climbs out of bed, reminding me that she’s still completely nude. I drop the tray and plates back on the bed and pull her into a kiss. It’s not a deep, penetrating kiss, but it displays my desire for her.
“You’re so fucking sexy I can’t stand it,” I confess against her ear. I rub the proof of my statement against her belly. She whimpers when I nibble on her neck, then connect the freckles on her shoulder with my tongue.
“You just said you had an errand to run.” She moans the last word of her statement.
“It can wait.”
My body cries when she pushes me away. “Go. Do what you need to do. I’ll clean up the mess.”
Her gaze is just as lustful as mine.
“You’re going to send me into public like this?” I point at the erection pressing against the fly of my jeans.
Celeste re-enters my space with her face full of mischief; the heel of her hand rubs my rigid flesh, eliciting something between a moan and a hiss from me. Her soft lips are a whisper from mine.
“Yes.” She pecks my lips. “You’ll be more efficient that way,” Celeste emphasizes her musings with a squeeze.
I grunt. “You think so?”
Celeste picks up the plates and tray. “I know so. Now, you have a reason to come back.”
I stare at her bare ass as she moves farther away.
“Aren’t you going to put on some clothes?” I yell when she’s out of my line of vision.
“I don’t have any.”
That’s right. I look through my drawers until I find a pajama top then follow her into the kitchen.
Of course, she’d be washing dishes naked, and I would pick the moment she bends down to retrieve more soap under the sink to enter the kitchen.
I thrust the shirt out in front of me. “Put this on,” I demand with a little too much force.
