“How did your class go?” I curl my hand under my head, not sure how long we’re going to stay here, but also feeling my hurry to rush.
“Long.”
“Long?”
“Because you weren’t there.”
I snort. “That’s how I felt when I woke up alone.”
“I didn’t want to leave. I even considered cancelling.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“I’m glad it’s over.”
I smile. “Me too.”
“Wait there,” he instructs.
“Here?” I ask.
“Don’t move.” He rises and disappears.
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling above me.
A second later, he’s standing above me like a Greek god. Lord, he’s gorgeous and perfect. Showered and changed into fresh jeans, and today he’s wearing a white T-shirt.
He kneels down, and his weight settles over mine, solid and warm.
“Hi.” He moves my hair back from my face.
“Hi.” My fingers slide over the material of his torso.
“I’ve been thinking about these lips all morning.” His mouth covers mine, and he kisses the floor like silly teenagers.
Mouths crashing clumsy.
Laughing, then not laughing at all.
We roll, limbs everywhere, hands everywhere. I straddle him, and he helps me tug my shirt over my head. His shirt is next. Then we’re rolling again. He’s on top, leg grinding against mythrobbing core. Then I’m on top, straddling him while he gropes my breasts. But it’s like he can’t get enough, and I’m on my back again, the carpet scraping my flesh.
“Wait.” He pauses mid-kiss.
“What?”
“Did you hear that?”
I smile. “I don’t hear anything.” I lift up and kiss him, but he pulls away.
“I heard a scuffle, or—”
I lick his chin when I hear exactly what he’s talking about.
A small putter-patter, rather than barking, explodes into the room.
A blur of teeth and black fur before the Chihuahua launches itself onto his leg.
“Holy shit, no!” Cash shouts, shaking his leg. “Bad Thumbelina!”
