I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the muscular column of a man’s throat.
As this didn’t happen to me every day, I thought it best to take stock of my surroundings.
I was in the living room on the couch and I was wrapped up in what appeared to be Hector. Although I kept my eyes trained on his throat, it couldn’t really be anyone else.
By wrapped up, I meant that his arm was draped around my waist, my arm was draped around his waist, my top leg was thrown over his thigh, his leg was cocked between my legs, my other hand was flattened against his chest and the rest of me was pressed up close to the rest of him.
Oh my.
Somewhere along the line someone had thrown a blanket over us. His body was warm, the blanket was keeping in his warmth and I felt ultra cozy.
Memories of the night before flooded my brain and my coziness exited my body like a shot.
I needed to get the heck out of there, pronto. I tilted my head back to assess his consciousness. The minute I did, his chin dipped down and he looked at me.
Well, that answered that question, he was awake.
“Hi,” I said for lack of another opening.
His face warmed and it dawned on my somnolent brain that he looked good when he woke up, especially his warm, sleepy, black eyes.
Oh my again.
Before I could think of anything else to say or do, his face started coming toward me and, all of a sudden, he was kissing me.
Yes, kissing me.
In the morning. On the couch. Tangled up with me.
For a nanosecond, I thought I’d pull away but then I realized how much I liked his lips on my lips. Then the kiss deepened and I realized that I seriously liked his lips on my lips but I liked his tongue in my mouth even better.
So I kissed him back.
This time it wasn’t filled with urgency and fire. This time he was taking it slow, making it sweet, building the burn.
I liked it.
I liked it so much, I pressed closer to him and his hands started moving on me.
They weren’t urgent either, not invading, not demanding. His touch was light, soft and it felt really, super good.
That made me press closer, my hand dipped under his shirt and I felt his skin at his back. His heat was immense, his skin was smooth and I felt the hard muscle under it.
I liked that too. I liked it so much I wanted more of it. I liked it so much I would give my entire trust fund to get more of it.
“Mornin’ kids,” we heard Ralphie say.
My body froze, Hector’s mouth broke from mine and he looked in my eyes.
“Who’s for coffee?” Ralphie went on and didn’t stop. “Buddy’s hangin’. Tied one on last night so you’ll have to make do with Breakfast a la Ralphie.”
I lifted my head to look over Hector’s shoulder and saw Ralphie disappear toward the kitchen, wearing his robe and scratching his behind.
I settled down and stared at Hector, torn between laughing, crying and panicking.
“We just got caught making out on the couch,” I informed him on a whisper as if he hadn’t been present at the event.
“Yeah,” Hector agreed, his lips doing that fighting-a-grin thing again.