“God, you really are perfect.” We exchange another kiss and I slip out of the sheets.
“Did you seriously get out of bed, dress up to get the food, and then get naked again before coming back in?” she wonders.
“What makes you say I didn’t receive the food like this?”
I pick up the sweatpants I laid over a chair, and as I slip them on, she mutters. “You better not have, Coleman. All that is for my eyes only.”
“And for your mouth only, too. And pussy.”
“Good boy,” she approves, wriggling further into the covers.
In the kitchen, I take the biggest tray I own and start filling it with everything I can think of. Not only does she like to eat, but she verymuch needs it right now. When I return with it, she isn’t in the bedroom, but she returns from the bathroom as I set the tray on the bed, wearing the T-shirt I removed from her yesterday.
“Okay, that’s all the walking I can do today. Bed to bathroom and bathroom to bed,” she explains as she walks toward me.
“What if we have an emergency and need to leave the building?” I humor.
“Then you’ll have to carry me. That’s what you get for giving meseventeenorgasms, Alexander.”
I chuckle at her scolding tone. “That’s a fair price. I’ll willingly pay it in the future, too.”
“We’re never doing that again, Lex. I lost at least ten years of life.”
She sits cross-legged on the bed in front of the tray, and her fingers do a happy dance as she takes in everything there is. We eat and talk, enjoying each other’s company in this simple moment of sharing.
“Are you still into comic books?” she wonders after a moment.
“I’m not as much of a reader, but still a collector.”
“Really? You have a collection?”
I nod. “Most of them are here, a few are in a vault, and some from my childhood are in family estates.”
“You have comic books in avault?”
“Only the ones worth several hundred thousand dollars.”
Her jaw drops as if she forgot I’mfilthy rich, as she put it. But she quickly gets over it and asks, “Would you show me the ones you have here?”
“Of course.”
Since we’re done eating, I stand up from the bed, remove the tray to set it on a chest of drawers, and return to pick her up.
“Lex, what are you doing?!” she giggles as I gather her onto my chest.
“Isn’t my penance to carry you around for any trip farther than the bathroom?”
“I didn’t mean it that literally. Put me down, I can walk,” she giggles, wrapping an arm around my neck.
“I’d rather you save your energy for later.” She immediately gets what I mean, and her cheeks redden at the idea oflater.
I carry her out into the hallway until we reach my home office. Since my hands are busy, she opens the door for me and looks at everything with unmasked curiosity when we step in.
“You’ve never given me a proper tour of the place,” she notes.
“You’re always too eager to get in my pants.”
“It was the novelty. I’m over it now.”
