to his side of the counter and works through his eggs. “I know surgery is scary, but you need that arm looked at, Q. You can’t leave it like that.”
“Next week,” I lie. “So you guys are going to the gym, and I’ll go to the studio? Sounds perfect.”
“You can borrow the rental if you want.” Will nods toward a set of keys hanging on the wall. “Did Soph’s fake IDs come with driver’s licenses?”
Jamie shrugs. “Probably. She’s usually pretty thorough.” Then he looks at me. “Can you drive?”
“Soph said yesterday she did the IDs and stuff. And yes, of course I can drive. What do you think this is?”
“We just drove for nearly four days straight! You didn’t once offer to take a shift so I could rest?”
I snort. “You didn’t ask, and I was busy beating you up, so…”
“Pain in my ass,” he huffs.
After finishing breakfast, and tossing the dishes into the dishwasher – Will loaded the dishwasher, not me – I head upstairs and into the shower. Minutes later, I sit on the end of Jamie’s bed and search through my Ellie Solomon bag. My leotard is here, my shoes, my jacket, even though it’s summer. There are a billion half-used rolls of tape in here, and a set of keys to Matt’s Meat – oops. My water bottle sits in the bottom of the bag, mostly empty and a little musty-smelling, so I make a note to toss it into the dishwasher tonight.
When the shower goes on down the hall, I stand from the bed and drop my towel. Stepping into my leotard, and using only one arm to get it up, I glance across to the door when it opens, and Jamie stops with a jolt.
He stares at my boobs, unable to look away, unable to process anything else going on around him. The house could catch fire, and I’m not sure he’d notice.
He swallows, and sends his Adam’s apple bobbing as I shimmy the material up. At the very last second, I bring it over my chest and break the electrical current that runs between me and this man.
“You probably owe me a fifty now.” I go to another bag, and rifle through in search of shorts. “Ya know, for that peep show.” I stop and wait for his eyes. “Jamie?”
“Mm?” He licks his lips and slowly drags his gaze away from my body. “You say something?”
“Yeah, I said touch me.”
His eyes snap to mine. “Really?”
He steamrolls forward until his hardened cock presses against my belly, and his arm wraps around my hips. The door is closed, so I let him feast for a moment. His lips cruise along my neck, my jaw, then he folds his body, and presses biting kisses to my collarbone.
This is how it could be if we had forever.
I could be heading to a dance studio each morning, and he would be heading to the gym. I would be pulling a leotard on after a warm shower, and he wouldn’t be able to control the hunger he has for me.
Some mornings, we could save a little water, and shower together. It would be the environmentally correct thing to do.
“I’m gonna break away from the gym after a couple hours,” he breathes against my skin, bites, then kisses the spot to take away the sting. “Wanna hang out with me somewhere no one will see us?”
“Yeah.” I reach up and wrap my good arm around his shoulders. My spine bows, and my toes take most of my weight, but Jamie’s lips on mine feel like… well, a fizz. “Yeah, we can get cheeseburgers and dance, if you wanna.”
“I can’t fucking wait,” he groans. His hand goes to my ass, and squeezes so tight that I hiss, but he’s not sorry. Not even a little bit. “Last night…”
“Felt good,” I reply with a smile. “Really good.”
“No regrets?”
I pull back, and look into his eyes. I hold his heart in my hands; his feelings are mine to nurture, or to smash. “No regrets. Never any regrets when I spend my time with you.”
“Mm.” With a smile on his face, he dives back in and buries his lips against my throat. “Dancing and cheeseburgers around eleven,” he murmurs against my skin. “Then dinner tonight, and after that—”
“We’ll come back in here,” I rasp out. “Get value for your money and all that.”
“My money?”
I snicker. “The fifty bucks you owe me for the peep show.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m gonna need to see more for fifty.”