“They are wrong or lying to themselves.”
“Whatever. At least I have clothes on. You’re on full display.” And I want him. I hate how much I want him.
“I thought you said you prefer to bottom.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t cover himself up. Just stays wide open and inviting.
“There is so much more fun to be had than just topping.” I stare right at him, daring him to ask.
“Like what?” He lays his head on one of his arms.
“No one’s ever rimmed you, have they?”
“I can’t say they have.”
I slap his ass as I walk by. “You’re missing out.”
He grunts, and I hesitate at the door, wanting him to ask me to show him, but he won’t. I’ve lost my mind to this fantasy of him. I need to live in reality.
“I’m going to grab coffee and see if my mom needs anything.”
“I’ll shower and come down.” He stretches, arching his back like a cat, and I basically flee, because if I watch, I’m going to take things too far.
I find my mom with the staff fussing over a brunch spread.
“Finally. I thought you’d never get up.” She checks her watch. It’s barely eight in the morning, but this is how my mom operates. She thinks everyone should be fully functioning by six.
“It’s vacation, so I let myself sleep in.” I move in behind her to grab a cup, but before I can pick up the coffee carafe, one of the staff is helping. I let it happen because I don’t want to fight with my mom. “Thank you,” I say when she finishes and offers a saucer.
“Speaking of, your Grandfather isn’t answering the phone.”
“He’s probably still sleeping. What time is he coming over?” It’s still early, but Mom has no chill.
“Can you just go pick him up, Wilder?”
“He won’t want me to pick him up. You know how he feels about his independence,” I say, wanting to remind her he made a point of retaking the driving test recently to prove to everyone the state of Georgia says he’s allowed to drive.
“I worry about him behind the wheel with the snow forecasted for later.” She’s not going to let it go.
“I’ll go over there, but don’t be surprised if we show up in two separate cars.” At least I can pick up DP for Wolfe if I venture out. Something has to be open on Christmas Eve.
“Thank you.”
Wolfe appears freshly showered and still damp, hair pushed back out of his face. “Good morning, ma.” He gives Mom a one-arm hug, and she puts an arm around him, rubbing his back.
“My favorite son.” She kisses his cheek. “Did you sleep okay? I got a new mattress with you in mind.”
“I slept wonderfully. Thank you for redoing the room for us.”
“I had to give you a nice place to come home to.”
I meet Wolfe’s eyes behind my mom’s back, mouth hanging open. She really would consider him her favorite son.
Wolfe grins at me. “You always do. Can I get myself a cup of coffee?”
“Let Lucy do that for you. Extra sugar, Lucy.” Mom releases him.
“I’m going to get dressed and head out,” I say, needing to get out of the house before I roll my eyes any harder.
“Where are you going?” Wolfe asks, taking the cup from Lucy.
