“Now? Yes. Right now. Take it off. Please.”
She ripped it over my head, and I flung the shirt to the floor.
“Mmhmm,” she said, drawing out thehmm. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
We moved toward the pantry, all hungry hands and mouths.
“Remember when you told me the story of Nick Stone and Charlotte in the pantry? He was feeling her up over a five-pound bag of flour.”
Nick Stone had claimed he was in love with Scarlett when she was younger. He was one of my best friends, and he was killed in the accident with Elliott. He was also the sheriff’s son. Though he claimed he loved Scarlett, she found him feeling up her sister in their parents’ pantry back home.
“Sugar,” she said around another round of kissing. “It was sugar.”
“We have five pounds of something in our pantry.” I grinned at her.
“I’m not having sex in our pantry with my parents in the other room!”
“We'll start there. Move it upstairs after I rub sugar all over you.”
“You are so freaky,” she said. “But it is a good exfoliant for the skin.”
Her back hit the door, and she moaned. “Five times a week,” she barely got out. “Can you imagine?
“No. I’d fucking die.”
“Me, too,” she said, fumbling for the handle to the door.
We both became still, blinking like owls at the sudden harsh light in our eyes.
Eunice.
“I have never seen such a game!” she said, her voice almost melodic with fun. “I fell off my skateboard twice! And I haven’t even had a drop to drink. Hehehe.”
Fucking oblivious, but sweet, Eunice.
Scarlett slipped in front of me, blocking the bulge too big to hide. Keeping a firm grip on Scarlett’s arms, I gave her a hit with my hips from behind. A whimper came from her mouth, a frustrated, pained sound.
Eunice looked over at us, her face flushed. “We need more drinks. And more food! My mother always said laughter is the best medicine. I think that game is. Everyone is getting hungry again! Oh—” She narrowed her eyes at me. “What haveyoueaten today?”
I shrugged. Just a second later and it would’ve been my wife coated in sugar. I could’ve dusted her with the flour and made it a dessert.
“I don’t think you’ve eaten much today. Let me fix you something to eat. Something proper. Not just snacks. That’smyjob.”
Scarlett went rigid. Her muscles turned as hard as stone.
“I’ll do,” I said.
“You’re not. A big, strapping man like you going most of the day without a good meal is not healthy. You couldn’t even go without a meal when you were a young. If you did, you’d tear into your food like it was going to run away!”
“I am hungry,” I said, and then cleared my throat. “But Scarlett was about to make me one of her grilled cheese sandwiches with fried eggs.”
Eunice pinched her lips. “But it’smyplace to fix you something to eat.”
Scarlett’s breathing picked up, and I knew her cheeks had turned red.
“It is,” I said, attempting to tread lightly. “But you should spend some time with Everett and Pnina. You haven’t seen them in a while. Scarlett will take care of me.”
“Well,” Eunice said, clearly torn. “All right. But it’s your party, shouldn’t you—”
