I groan at the realization that my imagination made that feel soreal. I had one of the best orgasms of my life to only thoughts of her and not even the real thing.
If I didn’t already know it before, I sure know I’m fucked now.
I’m tuggingon a T-shirt as I head out of my bedroom. I suppose it’s time to wake up?—
“Good morning,” Isa says softly, voice rough with sleep, from where she’s curled up on the sofa, back in her clothes from last night.
I freeze in place. She couldn’t hear me, could she? I mean it was through two doors, but I didn’t shut the bathroom door because, well, I never do. So, really, it was only the one door. Fuck, I hope she didn’t hear.
I scan her face for any sign that she heard me groaning her name as I got myself off to thoughts of her in the shower, but she looks normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, she looks more relaxed than I’ve ever seen her and perfectly sleep rumpled, wrapped in the throw blanket with her phone in her hand. My thoughts run away with the image in front of me, filling it with scenes of more mornings like this.
My dick twitches in my jeans.
Absolutely not. I just took care of you. Calm the fuck down.
I clear my throat, trying to ignore the rising situation in my denim. “Uh, morning.” She smiles in a way that makes me think she can tell I’m a bit flustered right now and it only makes it worse. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Sleep okay?” She laughs. “Your guest room mattress is a fucking dream,” she says with a wistful sigh, eyes fluttering shut as her face takes on an expression of pure bliss, whichdefinitelyisn’t helping the tightening situation in my pants, imagining her making that same face in other less savory moments. “I really need to figure out where it’s from because I need one for my bed. Imagine how well I’ll sleep with that thing!”
I chuckle, pulling my thoughts from the gutter they threw themselves into. “I guess if you’re so well rested, you don’t need to go grab that coffee.” I give a shrug and make to turn around.
“What on earth would make you think I don’t want coffee?”
“Then up and at ’em, firecracker,” I say as I snatch my car keys from where I threw them on the kitchen counter last night and begin walking toward the front door, snatching up the suitcase I left there the night before.
“I’m up, I’m up!” she shouts as she scrambles to untangle herself from the blanket muttering Italian curses under breath when she almost trips herself.
I passmy usual coffee spot as we drive through town in the direction of Isa’s place. I would love to take her but there are so many reasons why that would be a bad idea.
First, it doesn’t have a drive-thru so we would need to go inside, and I don’t think either one of us looks platonic enough this morning to pop inside.
Second, the photographer I spot waiting on the corner like a vulture is a rather strong deterrent. Because it’s my usual coffee spot, it also means that people know I go there. The odds of a paparazzo waiting on me arehigh.
And third, I like being able to keep her to myself right now. The way she still looks dopey and happy from sleep. Hair still a bit mussed even though she finger combed the shit out of it on the way down to my car. Makeup free.
God, I could get used to seeing her like this. But I can’t. We can’t.
So, instead of my usual, I pick one of the chain shops along the way that has a drive-thru and will pose less of a risk for us. For her.
Pulling up in front of her building, I throw on my hazards and put the car in park so I can turn to fully face her. She watches me with an amused curiosity, awaiting my next words.
“Don’t think I forgot about winning that bet, firecracker.”
Her eyes widen, and I can’t tell if it was becauseshehad forgotten or was hopingIwould forget.
“We’re not actually going to follow through with that though, are we?”
I fold my arms over my chest. “Would you have made me change my walk-up song if you had hated the movie?” She rolls her eyes and grumbles something under her breath. I lean closer. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that. Mind repeating?”
She heaves an exasperated sigh. “Yes, I would’ve.”
I give her a smug smile in return. “Then yes, we are following through with it. We leave today for the next week of away games, but I’m back next week. We’re going on that date once I’m back.”
“Fine. Text me the details I guess.” She opens the door, ready to jump out before she adds, “But nothing too public!”
“Don’t you worry, firecracker. I’ve got it all figured out.” I shoot her a wink as she hops from the car and rolls her eyes before heading into her building.
Now, I just need to plan the best date of all time. But I might need some help.
