Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Your cat doesn’t like me,” I tell him. “You should see the evil eye he was giving me when we were… you know.”
He laughs. “Oh, he’s like that. He’s often cranky. He’s a cat. Don’t take it personally.”
“Oh, okay… well Aramis loves me, so there’s that.”
He inches closer, and grabs my waist. “Don’t worry. He’ll come around. How could he not? You’re so lovable.”
“You kind of are too,” I say. “As much as I hate to admit it.”
“I’m growing on you, aren’t I?”
“A little.”
We’re still in the water, and I’m shivering.
“You cold?” he asks.
“A little.”
He grabs my hand, and pulls me toward the steps. “Let’s get out of here.”
I follow him, and he wraps me in a big soft pristine towel as soon as I step out.
“Let’s go watch our movie,” he says. “You want some popcorn?”
I shake my head. “I’m still stuffed from those awesome tacos.”
“Me too, actually.”
I grab my forgotten shirt and undies, and follow him as we head back to the rec room. We towel ourselves off, and I elect to go to the powder room to put my clothes back on. My waterproof mascara has run a little, but it’s not too bad. I clean it up with some tissue. I am in desperate need of a head towel or a scrunchie. I rummage through the cabinet, and find a black elastic. Perfect!
When I step out of the powder room, Colton is already setting up the movie. “There are lots of drinks at the bar, both alcoholic and not,” he tells me. “Help yourself to whatever you want. And there’s some snacks too if you get hungry.”
“Thank you.” I venture to the bar where I pull a strawberry flavored Snapple from the refrigerator. Christian would be so jealous if he could see me right now. He loves Strawberry Snapple. Suddenly, I wonder what time it is. I go grab my purse, and dig out my phone. I check the time, and send Cassie a quick text.
Everything is great on our end,she writes.Christian is about to go to bed. Are you staying the night?
I didn’t realize that was a possibility. I imagine sleeping by Colton’s side again, in his big comfy bed, and waking up to his smile. I quickly reply.
You think I should?
For sure. Wink wink,she replies.
Kiss Christian goodnight for me! And thank you. xoxoxo. I don’t know if I am staying the night, I finally type, leaving my options open.
I toss the phone back in my purse. “So what are we watching?”
He smiles. “American Beauty,” he says. “And no, it’s not a movie about you.”
I’m taken aback, yet again. “That is one of my favorite movies,” I tell him. “What are the—” I realize there are way too many coincidences here. “Wait a second…”
I take a seat next to him on the sectional, the very same spot where he fucked me about an hour before. “How did you do all this? First, you give me fuzzy socks, then you make me my favorite meal, and now we’re watching my favorite movie. Something’s up.”
He laughs. “I might have a spy.”
“Cassie…” I say
