“I know things,” Harvey said. “I watch a lot of baking shows,” he added.
“You really don’t bake anymore?” I asked. I’d been surprised when he said it, but there’d been a lot of other things going on at the time.
Harvey shook his head. “I get my fix watching the shows.” He shrugged. “Haven’t got anyone to bake for.”
I wasn’t entirely surewhythat made me sad, but it did. Harvey had loved baking when we were little. He’d baked me birthday cakes every single year from my twelfth birthday onward.
He was allowed to do whatever he wanted with his life, and maybe he didn’t evenwantto bake anymore, but it still seemed like a shame.
“I dunno, if you approached me in a bar and offered me sexandchocolate brownies…”
Harvey laughed. “Might have to try that next time I get a company apartment with a decent oven.”
The thought of Harvey having sex with someone else hit me weirdly, but I brushed it aside. I didn’t have any claim on him. Like Dante said—this was casual. Casual was perfect, it was all I wanted right now. He couldn’t break my heart if I didn’t let him have it in the first place.
“Hang on, I got so caught up in showing off that I didn’t realize,” Harvey said. “You named a chocolate LabradorTheobromine.”
I grinned at him. “Yep.”
“Oh my god. I can’t believe I had sex with you,” Harvey groaned dramatically, rolling onto his back. “Your dog’s name is apun.”
“It’s a good pun,” I said. “And I’m standing by it. And the sex was great.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” Harvey asked, turning to look at me with that soft, just-for-me smile on his face again.
“I’m definitely not complaining.”
I probablywouldbe in the morning—it’d been a while, and Harveywasa big guy, whether that was a flattering thing to say or not. But I wasn’t complaining now. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been that satisfied in bed.
Silence fell between us while Harvey played gently with Theo’s ears.
I reached out to pet him as well, our fingers brushing against each other as we both spoiled Theo with affection.
“So,” Harvey said. “Considering the incredible sex…”
“I’m considering it,” I teased, grinning at him. “Probably gonna be considering it for a while.”
“Considering more of it?” Harvey asked, eyebrow raised.
“What did you have in mind?”
Harvey reached out to me, running his fingers along my jawline, tilting my chin as he leaned in for a kiss. “More sex,” he said with a smirk. “I know I’m not really your fiancé and I don’t think you’d really want me to be anyway—”
“Still deciding,” I teased.
Harvey laughed, pausing for another kiss, slow and sleepy and tingling all the way down to my toes. “What if we played pretend?” he asked. “Like when we were kids. Except with less sword fights and more orgasms.”
“You wantlesssword fights?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not calling it sword fighting and I’ll divorce you if you do.”
“We’re not married.” I grinned at him. “I’m calling it sword fighting.”
Harvey groaned, rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling.
“Do you have glow in the dark stars up there?” he asked, squinting in the dim light of the bedside lamp I’d hastily flicked on before he’d tackled me to the bed.
“It’s my house, I can have whatever the hell I want,” I said.
