“Can I—”
“You got time.”
I bit my lip and smiled. “Okay. I’ll be there in twenty.”
We rang off and I started my car and headed to Aero’s apartment, arriving just as he pulled his bike into a spot.
“I thought for sure you’d beat me,” I said, climbing out of my car and locking it.
He grinned, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “Stopped at the store.”
“You did?”
He pulled a shopping bag out of one of his saddlebags. “I figured you’d want wine.”
“You know me so well.”
He chuckled. “Come on. We’ll get you cleaned up and you can cry on my shoulder.”
I followed him upstairs and he unlocked his door, standing back so I could precede him inside. He set the wine on the counter, then led me down to his bedroom. “You shower and I’ll grab you something to put on while I throw your stuff in the washer.”
I nodded, and stepped into the bathroom, stripping, then setting my dirty clothes outside the door. I took a long, hot shower and by the time I slid the shower curtain open, a stack of clothes were sitting on the toilet seat.
I hadn’t even heard Aero come in and shivered at the thought of only a shower curtain between him and my naked body.
I dried off and pulled on the pair of joggers and sweatshirt he’d left for me, feeling weird that I wasn’t wearing panties or a bra, but also a little turned on.
Rummaging in his drawers, I found a brush and ran it through my wet hair. Even though Aero shaved the sides of his head, he had long hair on the top and sometimes braided it, so I lucked out and found a rubber band so I could pull my hair on top of my head.
Once I felt human again, I headed out to the kitchen and found Aero frying bacon. “Hungry?”
“Starving,” I breathed out. “What are you making?”
“BLTs. Unless you want somethin’ else.”
“No, that’s great. You want help?”
“I’m good.” He smiled, sliding a bottle of wine and a glass toward me. “So, what happened today?”
“You remember me telling you about Ellie?” I asked as I poured.
“The elephant?” he teased, knowing full well I was talking about my favorite giraffe. Probably because I brought her up in almost every conversation we had.
“Okay, maybe I talk a little bit too much about Ellie, but she’s kind of a whore, getting knocked-up twice by two different bulls.” I sighed. “I’m a little jealous of her.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“The whore part,” I clarified. “Not the knocked-up part.”
Aero chuckled.
“Anyway, she’s having a hard time with this calf. I just feel helpless. She’s gotta do it all on her own, you know?”
He nodded.
“Sorry, I’m rambling. I’m just worried about her.”
“Sounds like you care a lot about her,”
