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else?”
I think it over. “No.”
“Good. I don’t want you going out with that other guy from the café, either.”
“Well, what about the woman at my restaurant?”
“It’s not your restaurant; it’s our restaurant, and I’m not seeing her anymore,” he says. “Honestly, I don’t have a clue what this thing is between us or if it has a future. Or just a past. But my suggestion is that we spend some more time together and see how things go.”
I take a deep breath. “You’ve thought this through.”
“Tonight, when I was walking around. Wondering why I was so angry. Wondering why I’d been so reluctant to tell you anything about what happened. The truth is, my feelings for you are all fucked up. I can’t make sense of them . . . not yet. But I realized, if I’d come home and you weren’t here, I would have gone looking for you. Okay?”
“Uh, okay.”
“Good.” He rises up on one elbow, shifting across the bed until he’s lying beside me. Right flush up against my body. Him against me. “Now for the kissing.”
I can hardly wait.
Hands cup my face and his mouth is pressing against mine. There’s no time to worry about noses or breathing or any of that nonsense. So he was right about that. My mind is elsewhere, on much more important things. His tongue slides against the seam of my lips and I open my mouth on a gasp. It feels nice. All of it, everything he’s doing. It’s hot and wet and perfect. Him biting me. The way he rubs his tongue against mine. He kisses me hard and deep, thumbs stroking the sides of my face. Our bodies are pressed against one another and his hands slide into my hair. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said the man owned me. And I owned him. We fit together so well.
He doesn’t stop until my lips are swollen and my head is spinning. The pad of his thumb slides over my bottom lip. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face. Don’t even get me started on the heat coming off of him. The way he’s lying half on top of me, pressing me down into the mattress.
“What do you think?” he asks, voice about a dozen times deeper and rougher than normal. His hands are tangled in my hair. The knowledge that this man wants me has my toes curling.
“About kissing or spending time together?”
“Both.”
“Your eyes are so pretty.” I smile. He’s dazzling, really. But maybe I’ve said enough for one evening.
He smiles back. “Kissing, yes or no?”
“Ah, yeah. Nice.”
“Nice?” he asks, sneering ever so slightly.
“You don’t like nice?”
“It’s your first kiss. I wanted to do a little better than nice.”
“It was very pleasant. I think I’d like to do it again sometime. If you’re amenable, of course.”
“You’re killing me.” He laughs. “What about the spending time together part?”
“Well, Ed, I would be delighted to hang out with you.”
“Glad to hear it.”
My heart is still beating so hard. It must be his nearness, the heat in his eyes. And something has definitely happened in his pants. I can feel it pressing against my lower stomach. Perhaps if I ask nicely, he’ll let me see.
“We’ll just take it slow,” he says. “No need to rush anything. Let’s see what happens.”
“We’re not going to—”
“Not tonight.”
“Oh, okay.” I don’t bother to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
He kisses my forehead and reaches out to turn off the bedside lamp, before returning to his far distant remote side of the mattress. So it’s not really all that far, it just feels like it. My lips still tingle along with everything else. It was a pretty nice kiss.
“Night, Clem.”
“Night.”
I’d thought maybe we might cuddle or something, but perhaps guys with boners don’t want to cuddle. They either want sex or space. I would have been fine with sex. Though taking it slow does make sense. Now it’s some stupid hour of the morning and I’m wide awake overthinking our relationship. If it’s even a relationship yet. I don’t know.
“Stop thinking,” he says. “Go to sleep, baby.”
Baby. He called me baby. No one’s ever called new me something like that before. An affectionate pet name or whatever. Talk about an extreme case of feeling warm and fuzzy. Remarkably enough, after a little while, I do in fact sleep.
Chapter Ten
The next morning goes well. Even despite the bed being empty again when I wake up. Leif informs me Ed’s taken