By lunch, I’ve officially had more orgasms in the last twenty-four hours than I have in my entire life.
I’m not complaining, but I am starving. The rumble in my stomach is a good sign.
In only Simon’s oversized shirt from last night, I make my way to my kitchen.
I open the fridge, wondering what I’m going to make, when his arms come around my waist until I step back so that he can hug me.
“Simon, we need to eat.”
“I know, but I just can’t seem to get enough of you.”
I spin to face him and let him kiss me. Then I push him back. I want him to stay with me all day, but I know he doesn’t get much time alone, so I don’t want him to feel obligated.
“Do you need to get home to get some work done?”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“No.” I start looking in the cabinets. Not much for food options there either. “I just assumed you might need to work.”
He doesn’t reply. I glance over my shoulder. His eyes are glued to my legs.
“Simon,” I scold flirtatiously.
“Sorry.” He sits at my kitchen island. “No. I don’t need to write today. I was thinking I’d take the day off.”
I face the cabinets again so he can’t see the grin on my face. I’m smiling so big my cheeks hurt.
“That’s nice.”
“Mm-hmm, I thought maybe we’d order pizza, watch a movie, and then go get ice cream.”
Just like I’d do with my mom. Like I told him yesterday. I swallow the lump in my throat and blink away any tears before I turn around.
“That sounds like a really good day.”
“Yeah, it does.”
A few moments pass as we just remain in my kitchen staring at each other. For heaven’s sake, he just said let’s order pizza, watch a movie, and get ice cream, but by the way he’s looking at me, you’d think we just decided to move in together or get married.
I’m the one who chooses to move first. I open a drawer and pull out a to-go menu for Wind Valley’s local pizza shop downtown. Simon sits up to lean over the island.
“Is that a drawer full of to-go menus?”
“Yes,” I say and bump the drawer closed with my hip.
He chuckles. “And here I thought you were very strict with your diet.”
I point at him with the menu. “You can still go out and eat healthy. You just need to know what your body is missing. Being healthy never has to mean missing out.”
He holds his hands up in surrender.
Then he’s off his chair and chasing me around the kitchen in a heartbeat. When he catches me, he props me up on the counter, spreads my legs, and reminds me who gets the last word.
For the record, it’s him.
About a half hour later, we finally order pizza and pick out a movie.
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