She’s goddamn heaven.
Her hands are grabbing for me, sliding into my hair, gripping tight.
I know, beautiful. I know.
I can barely comprehend the way we work together. The innate way our bodies move together, the way our hearts simply fit.
Heat coils at the base of my spine as I reach the edge she pulled me toward with her climax.
“London, baby, I?—”
Her mouth covers mine.
I come hard. Fast.
My thrusts sink into her deeper than ever before, until there is no way to tell where I end and she starts. I never want to be any further from her than this.
A stone swells, blocking off my airway.
When I can’t hold us both up any longer, I pull out and scoop her up. Her head rests on my shoulder as dark brown eyes find my own.
I crawl over the bed and hide us under the sheet and away from the world.
May we never come back out.
Two days goes way too fast when you’re squared away with the only thing you’ll ever need.
London, however, has requested sustenance before we’re due back on shift in the morning. So we walk along the sidewalk of this behemoth city, hand in hand, her head on my shoulder as we hunt down some food. The Indian place around the corner from my apartment is still open, and we walk inside, dropping into a booth.
“Let me order for you, please?” she says, pressing her hands together as if in prayer before plucking up the menu from the center of the table.
“Sure, beautiful.”
“Yes, okay, so we are going to need chicken, beef, some papadam, lots of rice... maybe some onion bhaji?—”
“This looks cozy.” The voice, male, is all too familiar.
Fuck our luck.
London looks up at Schmiddy as he leans on my side of the booth, a bag of takeout hanging from his forearm as his gaze rakes over London’s body as if he can tell something’s different.
“Oh hi, Schmiddy. Enjoying your days off?” she says, her voice chipper.
“Not as much as you two, apparently.”
London straightens in her seat, her expression falling.
I fold my arms over my chest. “Did you need something, Schmiddy? Or can two friends get back to dinner?”
He scoffs a laugh. “Yeah, right.”
London’s lip disappears between her teeth as her focus dips to the menu on the table. And I hate that she cowers from him. From anyone.
“Get lost, Schmidt.”
“So you can go back to your cozy little date? Yeah, not happening.”
“Unless you’re wanting to join us.” I nod to the takeout swinging from his arm. “Just walk away, buddy.”
