This felt so damn good, though…
5
Salvatore
When there was no sign of Armando for several minutes, I went in search of him and found him face down on my bed, sound asleep. I grinned and covered him with a blanket before returning to the living room.
After a couple of hours passed, I assumed he was down for the count. I changed into the tank top and basketball shorts I intended to sleep in, got comfortable on the sofa, and pulled up an ebook on my phone.
He appeared in the bedroom doorway nearly four hours after he’d fallen asleep, looking adorably disheveled. The blanket was wrapped around him like a shawl, and he was wearing just his briefs, even though I’d gathered his clothes and left them for him on a chair in the bedroom.
“I’m so sorry! I totally Goldilocksed you,” he blurted, as he hurried over to me.
I set aside my phone and asked, “You did what?”
“I fell asleep in your bed. You know, like Goldilocks did in the story.”
“Oh. Well, no worries.”
He looked distressed as he perched on the edge of the sofa. “I was only going to lie down for a minute. What time is it?”
“Close to eleven, I think.”
“I can’t believe I slept that long! Why didn’t you wake me?”
I shrugged. “You were obviously tired, so it seemed best to let you sleep.”
“I feel like such a jerk. One orgasm and it was lights out without doing anything for you in return. You didn’t even get to come.”
“It’s totally fine. Are you hungry? I can order room service.”
“I am, but didn’t you eat already?”
“No. I was waiting to see if you’d wake up.”
Now he really looked upset. “You must be starving.”
“I’m used to eating late. It’s very common in Italy, where I grew up.”
“You’re just saying that so I don’t feel guilty.”
“No, it’s true. Besides the fact that I was raised this way, I also tend to keep odd hours. Dinner at midnight isn’t unusual for me.” Actually, I was more likely to eat at nine or ten, but I didn’t want him to feel bad.
“What do you do for a living?”
I’d walked right into that, it was my own fault for mentioning my odd schedule. I didn’t know what to say, so I bought myself time by telling him, “I’ll make up a story for you after we eat. For now, let me find the room service menu.”
I got up and crossed the room as he asked, “So, we’re really doing that? Intentionally lying to each other?”
“That was the plan, unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“No, I’m all for it, but I’m not sure how much creativity I can muster. Will you notice if I steal the plot ofThe Fast and the Furiousand try to pass it off as my fake backstory?”
I grinned and told him, “I’ve never seen that movie and only sort of know what it’s about, so you can definitely get away with plagiarizing it.”
“How have you never seen it? It’s a classic!”
“We seem to have very different definitions of that word.”
