Her voice – and my heart – are trembling now.
“I’m being deadly serious.”
She studies me for a few moments, maybe to prove to herself that I’m not lying, before kicking off her shoes.
“Is there any cheesecake left?” she asks.
And suddenly, my breathing is easy again.
50
Casey
“What are you doing?”
His voice startles me from behind.
“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you up,” I say, sipping at the cup of coffee I made myself. “I have to leave soon, and I won’t have time to eat at home, so…”
“So you thought you’d eat by yourself?”
“I was going to leave some for you.”
“You know the only thing I really want.”
I smile instinctively. “Well, you’ll have to wait a while for that. Apart from the fact that I have to go soon, I’m still a little tender from last night.”
He approaches me slowly. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.”
“I’m sure it doesn’t.” I turn my head to glance at him.
“So you wouldn’t have even said goodbye?”
“I’d have left you a thank-you note.”
He bursts into laughter behind me.
“I’m polite, okay? What’s wrong with that?”
“What did you want to thank me for?”
“Well, firstly, for dinner. For the wine, the dessert, and…those two orgasms—”
“Two?” he says, cutting me off. “It sounded like three to me.”
I turn off the hob and move the frying pan with my eggs aside. I turn around completely to admire his beautifully sleepy face, his tousled hair, his tired eyes. Then my gaze falls a little lower, realising that Nick is totally naked.
My God. Apparently this man is allergic to clothes.
“Two, three…what difference does it make?”
“Loads of difference.”
“I’m sure you’ll make up for it.”
“You can count on that.”
“Coffee?” I ask, handing him my mug.
