Mindy nodded but didn’t lift her head from her bacon task and I squelched a new desire to throw my bowl at Max for he may not be okay with me being a bitch to Mindy but he certainly wasn’t handling this very well.
“He’s not coping with what happened to you,” I said to her and she nodded and took the last piece of bacon out of the skillet when I went on. “Men are idiots, mostly. Anyway,” I changed the subject. “Upstairs, my suitcase is on the armchair in Max’s loft. You can go through it, grab whatever top you want.”
Her head twisted to me and her eyes slid along my robe.
The she began, “I couldn’t –”
“Why not? You can’t wear that.” I dipped my head to Max’s t-shirt. “It’s huge on you.” And it was, she was swimming in it like I had but I’d worn his t-shirts to bed which was acceptable.
I pretty girl who’d just been raped? No.
She needed to remember she could look pretty and it was okay.
“But, your clothes are really nice. Becca said –”
I spooned up more fruit, yogurt and granola and smiled at her before asking, “You have a flesh-eating virus or something?”
She grinned at me and replied, “No.”
“Then go and pick something.”
Her eyes moved to the ceiling then to me and she said, “Anything off limits?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You sure you’re sure?”
I shook my head but smiled and promised, “I’m sure I’m sure.”
“Cool!” she cried, dropped the bacon fork and skip-danced out of the kitchen.
I spooned breakfast in my mouth. Max’s eyes followed Mindy but since I was in the back recess I couldn’t see her. I knew when she was out of sight though because Max’s eyes came to me.
Then he came to me.
Since I was already against the counter, I had nowhere to retreat.
He got super close again, took the bowl out of my hand, the spoon out of the other, dropped the spoon in the bowl and set it on the counter.
I swallowed my food and demanded, “Would you quit taking that away? I’m trying to eat breakfast.”
I said this as I looked at the bowl. I should have kept my eyes on him. For, when my head twisted back, his hand came to my neck and his mouth came down on mine.
I really tried not to respond this time. I knew how good it could be so I thought I could steel myself against it.
I was wrong.
His tongue touched my lips, my mouth opened like it had a mind of its own and then I was in his arms. Max deepened the kiss and my hands slid around his neck, my fingers going into his hair. I went up on my toes, pressed into his body and he pushed me back into the counter.
It was as good as it was yesterday, just as good, which meant it might always be that good.
Which was bad.
His mouth broke from mine but he didn’t move far away. His hand came back to my neck, curling around, his forehead rested on mine and our heavy breathing mingled.