Except he stretched his head up, his lips trailing up my cheek and pressing against mine, and then he opened his eyes and smiled.
“Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi, boo,” I whispered back, my hands roaming freely over his sweet little body because it was dark and we were in bed and it was all make believe anyway.
“Where’s Daddy?” he asked, raising his head to look around. Then he squinted, looking adorable as he frowned and touched his face. “Where are my glasses?”
“You don’t sleep with your glasses, sweetie,” I reminded him, kissing his cheek again because I could.
“But I don’t remember taking them off.”
“What do you remember?” I teased, squeezing his bare bum.
He blushed. It was really too dim in the room to see it, but I knew my boo, and I could feel it in the heat from his skin and his body language.
“Love you,” I murmured before I could help it, making him squeak and quiver and tremble against me even more as he ducked his head and smiled against my shoulder.
“Love you too, Jules,” he mumbled against me.
God, giving this up was going to be stupidly hard.
I sighed, then caught sight of his glasses on the nightstand. Daddy must have put them there. Well, either that or they’d been blasted off his little face when he’d come so hard earlier. I leaned over and snatched them up, then handed them to him as I figured out the answer to his other question.
Isaac slipped them on.
“I think Daddy—” I paused, then started over. I’d gotten way too comfortable with that word and needed to take back a little control here. “I thinkRomanis in the shower.”
Isaac cocked my head and listened, then nodded and melted against me again. “Okay, good, I was worried he’d left.”
He would. I knew he had some sort of well-paying job back in New York. And he enjoyed it.
I swallowed, a lump in my throat. No time for that, though. Well, I didn’t know what time itwas, actually. There wasn’t any sunlight coming in through the windows and my eye makeup had started to run, making all the numbers on the clock that was way over on the other side of the massive bed look like a bunch of red squiggly lines.
Also not a good look on me.
Isaac had seen it all before, though.
He followed my gaze to the clock, then yawned. “It’s half past two already? Did we sleep all the way until tomorrow? I mean… until today? Is it today or tomorrow?”
“I… what?” I asked. And I would have laughed at his sleepy confusion, except… was he right? Was the weekend already over? Was Roman in the shower because he had to fly back to America in a few hours? I didn’t even know when exactly he’d be leaving, but if we’d slept through the one chance we’d had to pop Isaac’s cherry, I was going to—
No, bitch, I hadn’t been about to cry. Queens didn’t tear up; they sucked it up and kept going.
The clock didn’t lie, though.
“It’s tomorrow,” I said, a stab of disappointment shooting through me.
“Jules.” Isaac giggled as his head flopped back down onto the pillow next to me. “No, it’s not. It’s the middle of the night. It’s dark out. We didn’t sleepthatmuch. If we had, I wouldn’t—” He paused for another yawn. “—I wouldn’t still be this tired. It’s still… tonight. Now. You know, sexy time.”
“Oh, thank God,” I said far too quickly.
“I know,” Isaac said happily, snuggling closer. “And you can’t say ‘it’s tomorrow.’ If it’s tomorrow, then it’s today.”
I grinned, tickling his ribs. “But if today is tomorrow, then itistomorrow.”
He giggled, trying to fight me off. “No, there is no tomorrow!”
“Then what’s today?” I teased. “It’s half past, so we’re already a couple of hours into…tomorrow.”
