“I got one for myself a few days ago. I didn’t think a chocolate binge was right, but it sure helped.”
She laughed and took the truffle box. “Why did you need a chocolate binge?”
He leaned in and put his lips to hers. Just a soft kiss, but he needed it.
Then he did it again. Longer this time.
Dragging it out.
His tongue slid in and tasted her.
Knowing that she was still here.
That she was happy to see him.
That waiting a full week to do it again wasn’t going to bite him in the ass.
“Maybe I missed you. Or this. Trying to decide which.”
She looped her arms around his neck. “Maybe I’ve felt the same but you know, I’m not a clingy person.”
“Neither am I. So there I am, getting twisted and instead of getting in my head, I go for chocolate. But since I brought some back for Jonah and Carly, no one thought anything of it. This box here, I hid it away. I was going to give it to you Monday, but why wait?”
“Why wait?” she asked. “Come in. I was just cleaning.”
He looked her over again in athletic shorts, a baggy T-shirt, her hair up and glasses on again.
“Can I tell you I really like you in glasses?”
“You can tell me. That’s sweet. I always hated them but I guess you see so many people wearing them as accessories now. Though I doubt they are prescription ones. Who the hell could afford that? I won’t tell you how much these suckers cost even with insurance covering part of it.”
He could afford it.
He almost slipped and said that.
Which told him how really messed up the woman in front of him made him feel.
“Can I get you something to eat or drink? I’ve got peanut butter cookies.” She burst out laughing. “And they don’t have stool softeners in them.”
“What?” Maybe he’d pass on them. Damn, he was going to have to really watch it with her and food.
Though he found it funny and it kept him on his toes.
Maybe he needed that in his life also.
“Sorry. It’s a joke. One of my coworkers made a crack about the cookies I made and wanted to know what secret ingredient I put in them.”
“And you told them stool softeners?”
“It was a joke.You should have seen their face. But when I said it was a joke they still wouldn’t take any. Doesn’t matter. It’s more for me. You’d think people at work would get me by now.”
“Or maybe they know you so well that they actually thought you were testing something.”
“You could be right. So that was my funny moment on Friday at work.”
“I’m glad you have funny moments. I don’t always get them. That’s wrong. I get them at the bar at times. You’d be surprised the shit people tell me.”
“Tell me,” she said, sitting on the couch. “Every time we are together doesn’t have to be a formal date you know. I’m sure you’re not ready to have me at your place but you can come hang out here. I’m good with it.”
