“So, this was your elaborate plan to get me into bed,” she teases as her hand glides along the white duvet.
“You mean have my mother persuade you to come here then fake a lack of ice? Oh yeah, totally my play,” I say sarcastically as I go to my speakers and find some music on my phone to put on.
Abby looks around my room. “Interesting. Was this your room growing up?” she wonders.
I come to sit next to her on the bed. “Yes. Why, a fantasy of yours?” I give her an inviting look.
“I was expecting an entire shrine of your trophies and stuff. This doesn’t seem like your room.”
Leaning back on the bed, I feel relaxed. “True. My mother re-decorated Nate’s and my old rooms. So, this is adult Lucas’s room.”
Abby comes to lying on her side. “Ah, so this is where adult Lucas sleeps.” The corners of her mouth tug.
“It is.” I let it come out simple.
“Nice music. Jimmy Eat World, right?”
“Soundtrack of my youth,” I reminisce.
Abby lets her fingers tap the duvet. “So,our parents are plotting.”
“Yeah, just ignore them. Although thoroughly hilarious. We may send one of them into a heart attack if they know I took you to dinner and I have date number two in the cards.”
There’s a brief silence as we just lie there and look at each other. Our mouths twitching as we’re both trying to avoid being the one with a bigger smile than the other. Something tells me that we’re both enjoying this moment.
“True. Date number two is in the cards,” she confirms softly.
I can’t help it. A few strands of her hair are begging me to assist. Reaching for her hair, my fingers tuck it softly behind her ear. Her skin feels hot under my touch as my thumb barely touches her cheek.
“How will date two end?” I ask, and she blushes, which I love.
“The way I would have wanted date one to end. Your lips on mine.” She doesn’t blink.
My fingertips trace her mouth, and her lips feel smooth to the touch and firm, which means it will be easier to kiss her hard.
“I like the sound of that,” I answer with a whisper.
We lie there and get lost staring at each other, with my hand resting on her hip and music on in the background like a perfectly orchestrated soundtrack. The air between us full of wants that we can’t act on. It ups the anticipation and makes the room warm.
She sighs. “Your mother can talk an ear off, by the way.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, she always liked you. She also thinks I need to move on and date again too.”
“Wow. My parents kind of mourned that they were losing a son-in-law for a while. But yeah, I know what you mean. I get the occasional text that my mom met so and so who has a divorced son.” I can relate for sure.
“Sure, they wanted us to work it out for Theo, but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen. Then they let me know that they were never fans of Isabella and now they hope I don’t die a lonely man,” I explain.
“Eeeks, and yeah, your mother may have mentioned her concerns that you were a good catch and needed a woman to keep you entertained.” Abby wiggles her eyes at me.
I laugh. “Entertained?”
“Oh yeah, your mother thinks you should have some fun.”
Abby isn’t even teasing which should concern me, but my mother is French and doesn’t shy away from cultural stereotypes. Talking about sex is not a problem for my mother.
I shake my head in annoyance.
“Your mom has lived in the U.S. for a while, right?”
