She blinked at me and then blushed.
“Come on.”
Instead of going back to the bed, we flopped on my couch together, the plate between us.
“Thanks, this is really nice,” she said, her teeth biting into a cornichon.
“It’s the least I can do. I like to take care of my sexual partners, and not just with orgasms.”
She snorted. “Well. You’re doing an excellent job at everything.”
Silence fell between us, but it wasn’t awkward. The two of us really were strangers, but neither of us felt the need to fill silences with chatter.
“Do you, um, do this a lot?” she finally asked.
I popped a few cherries into my mouth. “Do what?”
“Have people over like this?”
Her fingers carefully arranged a piece of cheese exactly on top of a cracker, adding another one to make a little sandwich.
Oh. She was wondering if this was something I did on the regular.
“Not too often. There was a while when I was more into just having fun and doing whatever, but not for a while.” It had been at least a few months since I’d had a good hookup. And a long, long time since I’d had such an instant attraction and need for someone. Gray was one in a million.
“Strange that you’ve been one wall away the whole time.”
She ate her snack and then shrugged. “Weird how life works like that.”
Something was wrong, but I didn’t know how to ask her about it. Or if I even should.
“It is.”
More silence.
“I’d say things are working out pretty well so far with us, wouldn’t you?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
There. A genuine smile.
“Yeah, I think so.”
We finished our snacks and I took the plate to the kitchen as Gray sat on the couch and gulped down her drink.
I stepped in front of her, leaning down and bracing my arms on either side of her.
“Are you ready for round two, beautiful?”
Another smile.
“Hell yeah.”
Since she didn’t have farto go, there was no reason not to take my time with her for the next round.
“I want—” she said as I lay her on the bed that was still damp from earlier. She didn’t seem to mind, which was nice. I’d thrown an extra blanket over the worst of it and I’d change the sheets once she left.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I asked.
“I want a bunch of things all at once.”
