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“That’s too bad.” He brought her hand to his lips. “Whoever it was should be ashamed of himself.”
“I’m not complaining. In fact I’m hoping he does it again tonight. And this afternoon. And this morning.” She kissed him again. It ought to be gross with him all sweaty from his run, but it wasn’t. It was the exact opposite of gross.
His arms wrapped around her, bending her back a little. When the oven timer beeped, he let go of her. “Hang on.”
She waited until he’d taken the bacon out of the oven before kissing him again. This time she let her hand wander down inside his shorts.
“I’m in the middle of making pancakes,” he protested, but he didn’t pull away.
“I’m not hungry for pancakes right now.” Her stomach growled noisily, making her a liar.
He laughed. “Pancakes first. After that, you can have anything you want.”
“Anything?” she asked.
He kissed her again and smiled. “Anything.”
By eleven o’clockthey still hadn’t gotten dressed. Technically, Dylan had been dressed for a while when he’d gone for his run, but then Brooke had gotten him undressed again after breakfast, and he had been undressed ever since. She was taking it as a personal victory.
They were curled up together on her couch, because they’d never made it back to the bedroom after breakfast.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked, glancing at his phone.
“You,” she answered automatically. His skin smelled lovely. She wanted to huff it like the scented markers her parents would never let her have when she was a kid.
He set his phone down and nuzzled against her throat. He hadn’t shaved since Monday, and his face was wonderfully bristly. “Anything else?” His stubble tickled her neck, but she liked it so she didn’t move.
“We could do more sightseeing if you want. Is there anything else you want to see while you’re here?”
This was their only full day together where they didn’t have anywhere else to be. Brooke was torn between wanting to make the most of it and wanting to stay home and snuggle with Dylan all day. Which was another extremely valid way of making the most of it.
“I’ve always wanted to see the Getty,” he offered. “I’ve heard it’s nice.”
She could sense him growing increasingly antsy the longer they lay around doing nothing. He was probably itching to get out of the house. This was supposed to be his vacation, after all.
“Then we’ll go to the Getty.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “Your wish is my command.”
“Areyou sure it’s okay you took the whole day off?” Dylan asked as they wandered through an exhibition of Michelangelo’s sketches.
Brooke tilted her head as she peered at a partial sketch of a male nude. “It’s fine. I don’t have class or office hours on Fridays, and I can take one day off from the lab while you’re in town.”
“He kind of looks like my Uncle George,” Dylan commented as he leaned forward to study the drawing.
“Your Uncle George has a nice butt,” she said. “But yours is much cuter.”
Dylan threw an amused look at her over his shoulder. “That makes me feel weird.”
“You’re the one who brought up your uncle’s butt.”
“I was talking about his face.” He poked her in the shoulder. “You’rethe one fixated on butts.”
Brooke shrugged. “I know what I like.”
“Perv.”
“You know it.”
His smile turned uncertain as he reached for her hand. “You’re not bored, are you? Did I drag you to an art museum against your will?”
