He straddles me, one finger drawing a slow sensual line between my hips.
“Orion'sBelt,” he laughs. “But not bad for a city boy, I guess.”
“City boy huh?” I pinch his nipple. “You're more of a city boy than me, with your espresso shots and your fancy wheels.”
His laughter fades a little.
He looks out beyond the haze of the buildings, then back to me.
It seems as though there’s something he wants to say.
Words on the tip of his tongue that refuse to budge.
But all he manages are three.
“I wasn't always.”
“No? You grew up on a farm?”
His smile carries a hint of sadness.
And then he continues the lesson.
“Such a disruptive student,” he scolds.
I sit up straight to give my handsome professor a kiss.
“You have my full, undivided attention,” I whisper.
“Good,” he mouths, his gaze ardent. “Venator caelestis. It means hunter in the sky. The Greeks said Orion was a giant hunter, chased across the galaxy forever. Those three stars in a line are called Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka. I used to memorise them as a kid.”
I’m so turned on.
But Mr Smarty Pants isn’t done.
“Alnilam’s the brightest of the three. See how it sits almost perfectly centered? They look close enough to touch. I guess they’re some of the only stars that are visible in such a brightly lit location. But they're between roughly 800 and 2,000 light-years from Earth.”
For a moment, we simply look up.
Hands clasped, we marvel at the veiled cosmos above us.
I’ve never seen this side of him before.
And I find it hot as fuck.
Wrestling him onto the cushions, I pin him in place.
“So apparently, the man I wake up next to most mornings, the man I fall deeper for every day, is secretly a Harvard level astronomer.”
He’s flustered all of a sudden.
“I'm sorry, I nerd out a little when anyone mentions constellations.”
“As you should.” I kiss him on the cheek. “I like it.”
“One day I'll show you the real night sky,” he promises.
“Therealnight sky?”
