That seemed plausible to me.
“Okay,” I said agreeably, my hands going over his ass and either my word or my hands (or both) made him grin again and he kissed me and started moving faster.
When he stopped kissing me and his mouth went to my ear I said in his, “You have to get a condom.”
“In a minute.”
“Vance.”
“In a minute.”
I rolled my eyes.
He drove in deep.
When he did it felt so good, I whispered his name low into his ear.
Then I slid my hands in his hair, pulling it back and I traced the outer edges of his ear with my tongue just like he’d done to me last night and I’d liked that too.
* * * * *
After the second time, when it was dark and I was curled into Vance’s side, his fingers drawing on my hip, the moonlight coming in from the two windows on either side of the fireplace and the one at the back of the room, I asked him in a whisper, “Were you mad at me when we got here?”
“I wasn’t happy to walk in the down room and see Luke on top of you. I wasn’t happy that you ignored me at the party. And I wasn’t happy you were breakin’ up with me. So yeah, I was mad at you when we got here.”
I went silent because I knew the answer already. I didn’t even know why I asked. I supposed if that was the way he took out his anger it wasn’t all that bad.
The minutes ticked away.
Then I asked, “Why do you have so many books in the living room?”
“I like to read when I’m here,” he answered.
“Why don’t you get a bookshelf?”
“Don’t need one.”
I supposed he didn’t. Still, he could use one.
For some reason I went on advising him about the décor of his cabin. “You should put new countertops in and refinish the cabinets in the kitchen,” I told him.
“Why?”
“It’ll look nicer.”
“It doesn’t have to look nice. It needs to keep me dry and warm.”
“But it’s your home,” I said.
“It’s just a cabin.”
Something about that hit me somewhere deep. If this wasn’t what he considered his home and he had no place in Denver, where was home?
I decided not to ask. He wouldn’t answer anyway and considering we were breaking up, I had no right to know.
Instead, I said, “I like my space to be special.”
His hand went still and he rolled into me. “Yeah,” he said, “I noticed.”