My jaw drops.
He’s smiling as he asks, “What?”
“This isn’t something I would have expected from you. Like, at all.”
“It’s not something I typically bring up while I’m driving nails into boards or my cock into asses.”
I laugh, and as I do, I realize how loud I am and glance around, nervous someone may have overheard more than my laugh.
“No, but seriously,” he says. “That’s a really cool idea for Kate. I’ll do it, though. I’ve asked way too much of you already.”
“Are you kidding? You don’t get to take all the credit for my awesome idea. I’m totally helping out. You’ve seen that I’m not having an issue keeping on top of my stuff.”
“Only because you wake up at three instead of seven in the morning now. But I’ve notice you don’t dress as nicely as you used to.”
“Yeah, not easy when we don’t have a working washer and dryer, and it’s kind of made me feel a little wild working in a tank and shorts.”
“You’re cuter in those anyway. But you look good dressed up, too. You’re a sexy motherfucker all the way around.”
I don’t resist the compliment. I’ve had to give in a little with that, otherwise I’d be constantly contradicting him.
“But back to your brilliant idea. I’m not going to turn down any help on the baby room from you,” Mikey says. “Look how fast we’re moving. First date and already talking about fixing up baby rooms together.”
“Wait. What? Is this a date?” I seriously want to know, because that’s what’s been lingering in the back of my mind ever since he suggested this.
“I was just fucking with you. Why? Do you want it to be a date?”
“I mean, it’s kind of datey. We can at least admit that, right?”
“Fair point.”
“But obviously we can’t really do anything serious, considering our lives, so that would be ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” he adds, shaking his head quickly.
But that doesn’t keep it from feeling like a date, or me from liking him.
“So… how are your projects coming along?” he asks, changing the subject. “You know, I think it’s kind of weird that I still haven’t actually seen any of these projects you’re always working on.”
“I just get weird about people seeing my stuff. I don’t know. It’s personal. Too personal.”
“I’d like to see it, if you would let me… at some point. I’m curious, but if you don’t want me to, I understand that.”
“I’ll totally show you sometime. Something that’s finished, though. I can’t stand for people to see my unfinished projects. I don’t want them seeing all my errors and mistakes and how crappy everything looks when I’m not done yet.”
“You know, it’s okay not to be perfect,” he tells me.
“That’s easy for someone who has the body of a god to say, isn’t it?”
He has a bright gleam in his eyes, the sort that stirs that same desire I get when I think about him taking me like he did earlier today.
“It must be a rare talent to be so full of yourself and so charming at the same time.”
“I can do a lot of things at the same time,” he says with a wink.
“I’ve learned.”
“What can I say? I know what I can offer in bed.”
