I cup his cheek. “I’m fine.”
He nods and then gently kisses me on the cheek. “Can’t tell you the last time I came in my shorts.”
I chuckle. “Can’t tell you the last time I came at all.”
“Don’t say shit like that,” he says sternly. “It’s only going to make me want to change that, right here in the front yard, for your neighborhood to see.”
“Isn’t that what we just did?”
“It would be different,” he says, smoothing my wet hair behind my ear. “You’d be naked and I’d be thrusting inside of you, not dry humping you up against my house.”
“Wouldn’t this be wet humping? I don’t think there’s anything dry on our bodies right now.”
“Well, my shorts aren’t dry, that’s for damn sure.”
I chuckle. “Maybe you should go change those.”
“I’m going to have to. Maybe you should change your shirt since the thing is completely see-through. Was that your intention the whole time by bringing me out here? Making the shirt see-through when it started to rain so that I lost my damn mind?”
“I want to say yes, but I’m not that thoughtful. I had you meet me because…well, I just didn’t know how to handle the situation.”
“Do you still not know how to handle it?”
I shake my head. “Completely clueless.”
“Well, if you need guidance, I can tell you how to handle it. It starts by coming with me so I can show you my bedroom.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, my lady, as some vitally important things need to be looked at over there.”
“Nice try.” I release my legs from around his waist and he steps back, giving me some room.
I stare up at him, unsure how to finish this, so instead of trying to work this all out and what it means, I stand on my toes and press a kiss to his jaw. I am floating. Literally floating. Is this what all the fuss about orgasms is about? I’veneverfelt so…sated.
“Good night, Theo.”
The surprised look on his face is almost comical, but I don’t let it stop me as I head toward my house. I hear him say over the rain, “’Night, Gossy.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
THEO
Theo:I can’t make our walk this morning and it has nothing to do with last night, so please don’t think that. If I could, I’d like to repeat last night, but I understand if you need distance. But just to reiterate, my absence this morning has nothing to do with the dry-wet humping that occurred against the brick of my house.
I slip my phone in my pocket and make my way to the back entrance of Renley’s store. The streets are still wet from the night before, the rain having poured until the early hours of the morning, leaving a dewy fog to lift off the ground. It’s quiet, the tourists aren’t out yet, and it feels peaceful. If this is what it’s like during the offseason, I can see the appeal of living here—besides the bitchy business owners apparently.
As I unlock the back door to the candy shop, Rupert asks with a yawn, “Why did I have to come? When I mentioned we needed more bro time, this is not what I was referring to.”
“You and the bro time. Jesus, mate.”
“Sorry that I want to spend more time with you.”
I just roll my eyes. “I asked you here so you could get me in with Kitty’s key.”
“Couldn’t you have just taken it and then returned it later?”
“Yes, but then I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to talk to you,” I say as I open the door and let us both in before closing it and locking it up for good measure.
