She gave me a wild-eyed look.
But then she went.
I watched her go.
Once she disappeared, I mumbled, “Fuck, I hope he’s not a dick.”
And I headed to the kitchen, chicken, mash, sprouts, pud…
Dinner for my people.
I was sitting cross-legged on Battle’s bed wearing nothing but the button-down he’d worn that day.
He was coming out of the bathroom in heathered gray pajama pants with a black drawstring.
He had a face like thunder.
I guessed the orgasm I gave him ten minutes ago wore off.
“Honey—” I began.
“Does Prue have some secret crush who’ll be coming to dinner next Friday?” he demanded.
I took a second to control my hilarity before I responded.
“Not that I know of.”
He stretched out beside me on the bed, head to the pillows, and lifted his hands to rub his face.
“It was good tonight,” I told him.
He grunted behind his hands.
I lightly slapped his abs. “It was good.”
He took his hands from his face and looked at me.
“I thought Tempie and Hamish were going to whisk the china and cutlery from the table so they could fuck on it, and Chassie and Christian got to the point, it was like no one else was in the room.”
One could say, Tempie and Hamish’s heated glances and more heated whispering in each other’s ears did not take body language experts to interpret.
And once Chassie and Christian got started on compost, plant anatomy, seedlings, algae (yes, algae!) and bioethics, I thought Prue, who was sitting close to them at the table, was going to nod off to sleep.
“We aren’t the only ones who get to have fun,” I remarked.
His eyes dipped to the gape in his shirt I was wearing, they heated, then what was probably happening, or already happened (like with Battle and me) and was inevitably going to happen again in Tempie’s room came to him, I knew, because he rubbed his hands on his face again.
I stretched out against his side.
And I did my own whispering in a hot guy’s ear.
“Everyone in this house, right now, is happy.”
He dropped his hands and turned his head to me again.
Then his whole body.
When I was in his arms, I asked, “Why’d you put on pajamas?”
