“I’ll have to see if they still have tickets available.”
“They do.”
“This close to the game?”
“Even if tickets are sold out, they have reserved tickets for the players. I can get one for you.”
“Three?” I look up at him.
“Like I would expect you to go without Lyric and Charlotte.”
“It’s strange how well you seem to know me.”
“Is it? Because it doesn’t seem strange at all to me. In fact, I feel like I don’t know nearly enough.” He rolls, taking me with him so that I end up on my back, with his weight pressing me into the mattress as he settles between my legs, seemingly his favorite place to be as of late.
“What do you want to know then?” I slide my hands up his shoulders, his skin velvet beneath my palms.
“Let’s see.” He pretends to think about it, leaning in to press a kiss to my jaw. “How do you take your eggs?”
“Scrambled. With ketchup.”
He pulls back, making a face.
“Who puts ketchup on eggs?”
“A lot of people.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Have you tried it?”
“No.”
“Then how do you know it’s disgusting?”
“Because I do.”
“But how?” I bite down on my lip when his hand slides between us, palming my breast.
“Some things are just not meant to go together.”
“I disagree.” I shake my head with a smile. “How do you take your eggs?”
“Over easy, no ketchup, like a normal person.”
“Some might argue that makes you not normal.”
“Well, then those people are idiots.”
“Hey!” I smack his arm. “Did you just call me an idiot?”
“I saidthosepeople. Not you.”
“The implication was the same. I find myself rather insulted.”
“Hmmm... How ever will I make it up to you?” He grinds against me, the heat of his length pressing into me, making me squirm beneath him in anticipation.
“I think you should use your imagination.”
