“I got it.”
Gravity and shaky legs prove me to be a liar. My hands fly to his chest, and I grip it to keep from falling over. I need a shower and some Icy Hot.
“Don’t laugh!” I snicker. I look like Kym Whitley after Shemar Moore put his mouth on her.
“Can you make it to the bathroom by yourself?”
I trip over my foot but catch myself. “Yes.”
“No.” I’m scooped up bridal style.
“Put me down! I can walk.”
“Into a wall.” He adjusts his grip.
The bathroom comes to life with the flick of a switch. Gold and white wallpaper reflects in the mirrors across from the frameless glass shower. Antonio sits me on a stool and fiddles with the settings.
“I’ll join you after I get our bed ready,” he says, halfway in the glass enclosure to check the temperature. His penis slaps his thigh.
Focus.
“Our?” I adjust my glasses. It’s a miracle they haven’t fogged.
“I’m pretty sure we sweat through your sheets.”
“You want to shower and sleep together?”
He steps out and folds his arms. “Did I not just have my mouth on your pussy and my dick on your stomach?”
We crack up.
“Don’t be so vulgar.” I snort on accident.
He shrugs. “Why be shy now? I’ll order the brownie you were moaning about.”
“I wasn’t moaning.”
“Fooled me.” His eyes snap shut, and his voice rises. “‘Antonio. They’re world-renowned!’”
“Get out!” I push his body, which is doubled over in laughter, and fight back a smile. “This night with Knight is over.”
He stills. “What?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know. I’ve heard stories.”
“What stories? My eyes are up here, Doe.”
Then tell your penis to stop waving at me.
“What stories?” he repeats. The playfulness in his tone is at a simmer now.
My smile falls at his stare. “It’s no secret how you are.”
“How am I? I want to hear you say it.”
“Friendly with your—” I gesture to his length, which is about to take a bow. “Lala. Lisa.”
“Lisa?”
