“Juju, I felt you up yesterday. It can’t be a surprise that I’m back for more.”
She shakes her head and grins as I pass her to set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. It’s not really why I’m here, but now that I’ve said the words out loud, I’m getting an erection. Maybe the real surprise can wait.
“Why did you call me Juju? And how long have you been waiting?” she asks, unpacking the groceries.
Dang.She eats healthy shit. Fruit (not in a can). Veggies (also, not in a can). Things with “organic” on the label. Grass-fed. Free-range.Shit.I bet she hated the chicken and fries date. There’s not a bag of chips or frozen pizza in sight.
“Flynn?”
“Huh?” I drag my attention back to her. “Oh. Your roommate called you Juju.” I chuckle. “And uh … I haven’t been here long,” I lie.
“That’s good.” She buzzes around me, putting things where they belong.
I step out of the kitchen because it feels like I’m in her way.
“I had to work, and then run errands. Did you have the day off?” she asks.
“Yeah. I don’t work weekends.”
“What did you and Callie do yesterday?” June folds the paper bags and slides them between the fridge and the counter as I rest my shoulder on the brick wall just beyond the kitchen threshold.
“We stared into space for three hours in silence.”
“Is that code for you took a nap?”
“I wish. I’m not a good napper.”
She shrugs off her Billy’s Bike Tours shirt, and I hold my breath for a second at the idea that she might be stripping for me. But she has a sports bra on underneath it. Still … more skin.
“I love naps,” she says. “In fact, I was going to take one after my errands. But you have a surprise for me, so it can wait.” She pulls her hair tie free and unbraids her hair.
She’s so gorgeous.
“So what is it? My surprise?”
I forget about the surprise when she steps into my space, tipping her chin up as if she’s asking to be kissed.
“You could nap, and I could watch you.” The second the words leave my mouth, I regret them.
“Sounds … creepy.” Her forehead wrinkles, but she keeps smiling.
“Sorry.” I slide my hands to her ass and squeeze it. “That was a really bad way of suggesting we hang out in your bed this afternoon.” Ducking my head, I kiss her neck.
Her fingers thread into my hair. “Justhang outin bed, huh?”
“Yep,” I mumble before teasing her ear with my teeth.
Her shoulder jerks upward. “That tickles.”
I turn to adjust myself as conspicuously as possible. “Come on. The surprise is waiting.”
“I like surprises,” she says with a giddiness that makes me want to puff out my chest and talk in a deeper voice.
“Good.” I playfully smack her butt as she steps into the hallway.
She turns and catches me off guard, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me down for a kiss.
“After—” she tries to speak, but our lips crash together again—“you—” more kissing—“left yesterday—” the dimly lit spaceoutside of her apartment fills with the sound or our lips smacking—“I touched—” we stumble to the side a bit—“myself.”
