“Tried to wake you up last night when I got to bed, you were out like usual, didn’t have the heart in the end,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I whispered back, not really thinking because my mind was on my ni**les which had gotten hard and were tingling and my stomach which had somehow disappeared and between my legs which was tingling even more.
“Mindy was on the couch,” he went on.
“Oh.”
“No Mindy tonight,” he finished and I found that my stomach hadn’t disappeared because it spasmed in a way I really, really liked.
“Oh,” I breathed this time and I watched his eyes smile.
His thumb slid along my jaw. “You kiss like that, honey, lookin’ forward to findin’ out what else you can do.”
I kissed like that? It was Max who was a good kisser.
I didn’t tell him this, instead, I shivered.
Then I muttered, “Um…”
He interrupted me with, “Men are idiots?”
“Mostly,” I answered on a whisper and I heard and felt him chuckle.
“Hey! I know!” Mindy shouted from somewhere not exactly close but in Max’s house nowhere was exactly far.
Max closed his eyes, rolled his forehead to the side and his body unfortunately followed it
I hastily grabbed my bowl.
“What?” I asked when Mindy hit the kitchen.
“You and me and Becca can go shopping in town this afternoon then later we’ll take you to dinner.”
“That’s a great idea,” I told her.
“We got plans,” Max said from beside me and I watched as Mindy’s face fell.
Then I looked at Max and widened my eyes at him. He caught my hint, looked at Mindy then he sighed.
Then he said, “You bring her home, safe and sound, we can push ‘em to later.”
“Cool!” Mindy exclaimed.
“Doesn’t anyone around here work?” I asked.
“I work at The Dog with Becca so we work nights,” Mindy said, walking to the cold bacon and picking up a slice. “I’m off tonight, Becca’s gotta work but that isn’t until later.” Then she bit off some bacon and chewed.
I noticed that Max didn’t answer my question.
“You’re good to stay with Bec?” Max asked and Mindy nodded. “And we’re movin’ your shit there this mornin’?” Max went on, Mindy took another bite of bacon and nodded. “You’re gonna stick with this break with Damon?”
“A week, Max,” she said. “That was the deal we decided last night.”
“You stick with a week,” Max returned, sounding exactly like an older brother though, I couldn’t know, I didn’t have an older brother, just a dead younger one, but I was guessing since, even younger, Charlie used to sound like that a lot.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes.
Yes, definitely an older brother.