I shrugged a shoulder. “Afterward. Meeting you made me put my love life under a magnifying glass to figure out what the fuck was wrong with it.”
Calvin leaned close and kissed me gently. “I love you, Sebastian.”
I smiled. “Aw, shucks.”
He stared at me for a beat before sitting up. “What’s that smell?”
“The sex or the shawarma?”
“Shawarma?” Calvin repeated as he got off the bed. He stretched his arms as he walked to the kitchen counter to investigate the bags.
I dragged my ass off the bed as well, making for the bathroom. “I have to shower. I’m covered in lube.”
“Can I join you?”
“Sure. As long as you’re not planning to take advantage of me.”
I heard Calvin snort as he followed behind me. “Says the man who was just begging for my cock ten minutes ago.”
“I wasn’t begging.”
Calvin shut the door behind us. He got close, slid his arms under my own, and pressed up against my back. “I know you don’t like talking during sex. So thank you for that.”
I felt the tips of my ears burn and rubbed Calvin’s muscular arms briefly. “It’s not that I don’t like it,” I answered. “I just feel lame as hell.”
“You were hot,” Calvin murmured, kissing the back of my head before letting go. He moved around me and turned the shower on before getting in.
We bumped about, fought over the hot water, and rinsed off the mess of sex. I got dressed after and was watching Calvin put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I didn’t see many of those clothes, simply due to the fact the man wasalwaysworking.
Calvin Winter’s ass in a pair of jeans was a gift from God.
“Is it my birthday?” I asked, glancing back at him while finally pulling out dinner from the bag.
“Hmm?”
“Nice butt.”
Calvin chuckled. “Thanks.”
“So,” I started, putting the food on two plates. “I’ve been thinking….”
“Hold on.” Calvin went to the fridge and pulled out two beers. He set one down and popped the top off another. He took a swig and then said, “Okay, continue.”
“Very funny.”
“I thought so.”
“I think whoever is behind the notes and the murders—it’s someone I know.”
Calvin’s expression grew stern, and he leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms. “Go on.”
“It’s the thing about the bricks in the Emporium. I told you about the cameras?”
“Yes.”
“If they had never been in the shop before, they couldn’t have sneaked around the cameras so expertly before blacking them out.”
Calvin took the plate I handed him. “You believe that?”
