After eating, we place brownies in the oven, and I follow him to the bedroom that I look forward to sleeping in with him later. His phone rings again but we leave it in the living room, both ignoring it. Henry hasn’t been ready to respond to his ex yet, and I haven’t been ready to share any minute of him with anyone else, especially that asshole. Henry saunters over to a tall wooden dresser, completely naked and glowing in the dim room light.
Every curve and part of him is on full display. I could look at him forever. He’s a true work of art himself.
“I have no idea what I’m grabbing by the way. Didn’t think to label them beforehand.”
“Want my help?”
“Don’t want you to see it all until I have it on.”
“Maybe just show me a little of each thing. Enough to make sure the bottoms match the tops.”
“Okay. I can do that.” His shoulders relax and he bunches something teal in one hand and something pink in the other.”
“Okay, I know I said I’d never lie, but I kind of want to with this because I’m really starting to get used to you looking cute all mismatched and colorful.”
His cheeks tint. “I have plenty of time to do that later. I’d like to color coordinate at least the first time I put them on for you.”
I laugh. “Okay, fine. But only because I like how you said ‘the first time.’ That reminds me there’ll be a second and third.”
“And a fourth and fifth.” His voice grows raspy.
“A sixth and seventh too?”
His head falls back and he laughs before shaking it. “Yes, and a thousand and two thousand. Can you please stay on task here.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s do the teal in your right hand and put the pink thing back.”
Nodding, he tosses the pink and picks up another garment. It’s purple this time.
“You sure you need to match?”
He grunts, rolling his eyes, and then his lips tilt into a half smile. “I’m sure.”
“It’s purple.”
Sighing he drops the item and fishes out the right color this time.
“Ding ding, we have a winner.”
“For real?”
“Yup.” I’m tempted to move closer to get a better look.
“Okay, good.” He blows out a relieved breath and heads for the bathroom, whipping his head back before shutting the door behind him. “Wait there.”
“I will. Right here. This exact spot.”
His laughter is muffled when all of him disappears on the other side of the door. I look around the room, opening the top drawer and chuckling when I see four bottles of lube. Oh, he was going to do whatever it took to get me to stay, wasn’t he? Two are flavored too.
The door opens and I shut the drawer, straightening my posture.
“Ready for the first one?”
“Am I ever,” I say smugly, and he makes a high-pitched sound. When he comes out from behind the door and I can finally see more than his face, my heart kicks harder in my chest and I nearly choke on my next breath.
“What do you think?” His hand falls to the middle of his stomach, fingers lowering the lace trim of his silk panties.
Fuck, he’s a sight. “I . . . I’m not sure I remember how to think right now.”
