“I’m too tired for Hitchcock,” I murmured, brushing my lips against his.He always felt so damn good.Had he felt this good when we were kids?No, he’d definitely acquireddaddyvibes in the years since.“Do you wanna fuck?”
He pulled back slightly to look me in the eye, still grinning.“You’re too tired for Hitchcock but not too tired to fuck?”
I laughed because, okay, fair.“Mmm, I didn’t say it’d be agoodfuck.”
“Just relax tonight,” he replied, bumping my forehead with his.“We’ll watch something easy and—”
The doorbell rang, and I made to get up for it.He put a hand on my shoulder to stop me and got up instead.“I got it.Put your feet up.”
Amused, I watched him walk around the couch and to the front door.Shortcake jumped up on the couch beside me, so I gave her some pets and whispered sweet nothings about how she was the most perfect bitch princess ever.
Taran got the food, thanked the delivery person, and then started parceling out kebabs, mujaddara, and grape leaves.When he returned, carrying plates for us both, Shortcake didn’t even run off, like usual.She sat there, eying him over my lap like she was trying to decide if she should hiss at him or curl up on him.
Same, girl.Same.
“Oh my god, she’s still here,” he whispered in an awestruck voice.
I accepted my plate from him.“Don’t look at her directly.”
“Why, what happens if I do?”
“She’ll definitely leave.Or just steal your soul.Either way, I wouldn’t.”
“Heard.”He chuckled and settled beside me, fork already buried in the rice.“God, this smells good.”
It really did.I hadn’t even realized I was hungry until I had the plate in front of me.I started shoveling it in as fast as I could, flipping through my streaming services to try and find something to put on as background noise.
“How’s your dad?”Taran asked after a few minutes of stuffing his own face.
“Cantankerous as ever.”I snorted.Dad would’ve killed for a son like Taran back in the day—kind of funny he didn’t have anything to say about me dating him.Heh.“Kelly figured it out about us, by the way, and of course she told everyone.”
“Guess I should have that talk with Mom.”
I frowned, already trying to catastrophize in my head:He’s doing it again.He’s not telling anyone.God, I annoyed the fuck out of myself sometimes.“I thought she knew?”
“She knows we’re dating, but I’ve been putting off the ‘I’ve been queer the whole time’ talk.It’d be unfair to send her into mahjong unarmed.”
That made me laugh.Annie would have a field day if he did.“God forbid one of them have more tea than the other.”
“Exactly.Shit, I forgot the beer.Want one?”He was up again of a sudden.
“Thanks,” around a mouthful of lamb kebab.
“They had fun in Hawaii?”he asked on his way to the fridge.
“Seems like it.Kelly said it weirded her out a little, like the social aspect of it with the people who actually lived there vs.the tourists.”
“Huh.Where’d they go?”
“Uh, I don’t remember.Kauai?That’s an island, right?And Maui for sure.Lots of pictures of a volcano.”
“Yeah, it took out a lot of Maui a few years ago.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but my own yawn interrupted me.
“Damn, dude.”He handed me an open pilsner.“You okay?I mean, the family didn’t wear you out before work, did they?”
“It was just a long day.And my ex showed up tonight, like right before you came in to save me.”
