I came hard, and he made a sound between a growl and a gasp as he, too, let go.
“I’m so glad you’re in my life, Merrie,” he murmured, running his thumb over my chin. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
I searched his eyes and found sincerity.
“Me too,” I whispered.
“I’m going to wash the frosting out of my hair,” he said, kissing me again. I flopped over on my stomach to admire the view as he walked to the bathroom.
The water ran.
I felt floaty and nice and in love.
You can’t be.
But why not? Matt was perfect, and he cared about me.
His phone beeped.
Matt was still in the shower.
I ignored the phone, but it rang then beeped again.
“Probably the food.” I was starving and didn’t want the delivery guy to think we didn’t want that lasagna anymore.
I picked up his phone, which was glowing with incoming text messages.
They were all from Hensley.
I skimmed them before they disappeared from the locked screen.
She was telling him how great it was to see him, how she was glad that they were able to rekindle their romance, how she wanted to set up another time to hook up with him since I had interrupted them.
I felt nauseated.
A very raunchy photo of Hensley appeared on the phone, and I dropped it like a hot pan.
The phone kept beeping as Matt came out of the bathroom.
“Your phone was going off,” I blurted.
He picked it up off the nightstand. He looked at it and frowned for a moment. Then his features smoothed out.
“Is the food here?” I asked.
“Yep,” he replied, “I’m starving.”
“They sure were blowing up your phone,” I said, wondering whether he would tell me the truth.
Matt shrugged a muscled shoulder and pulled on his pants.
“The concierge texted that they were bringing up your éclairs with the food is all.”
“Oh, that all?”
He gave me an odd look.
I smiled, hoping it didn’t look like a grimace. “I guess we should strategize for the bake-off tomorrow while we eat.”
