He was standing in the bedroom doorway, blinking.“What?”
“Don’t give me that innocent look.What the hell is this?”
“It’s a poster of you,” he said.
“I know what it is.What’s it doing there?”
“You said I could put whatever I want on the wall, since it’s our bedroom, and I’ll need something to jerk off to when you’re out late dancing, won’t I?”
“Fuck.You know I’m not comfortable with how I look.How am I supposed to fuck you when there’s a poster of me on the wall?”
“You don’t have to look at it while we’re fucking.”
“It’s hard not to, Eddie.It’s enormous.”
“Guess you’ll have to fuck me with your back to it, huh?I’vegot no objection to fucking you with your back to me.”
I didn’t want to look at it anymore, and I didn’t want to start a fight by taking it down.Tonight was supposed to be about us enjoying ourselves.
I exhaled through my teeth.“Get your coat.I’ll call an Uber.”
“Let’s walk.”
I didn’t know if he wanted to save money or what.As soon as we were outside, he took my hand.He was being discreet, since it was dark out.I didn’t know if it was on my account or if he was normally discreet.
When we got to the restaurant, it wasn’t crowded, and he asked for a booth at the back—a round table with windows on either side, but nice and dim, with little glass-covered light fixtures glowing yellow.I slid into the booth, and he slid in right beside me and put his arm around me.
We ordered, and while we were waiting for the food, he casually pulled a small wrapped package out of his jacket and put it on the table in front of me.
“Merry Christmas, you sexy motherfucker.”
I unwrapped it.“Sunglasses.Thanks.”Not what I was expecting.
“Put them on.”
“We’re inside, Eddie.”
“Put them on for me.”
I did.Instantly, the restaurant looked dimmer.“How do I look?Like a pretentious asshat?Like I should be calling my agent and ordering a double mocha latte or whatever?”
“You look hot.”He leaned in close, and I felt his breath in my ear.“I could do you right here.”
I laughed, because this wasn’t a situation I wanted to be turned on in, but, well.
He pulled a second wrapped package out of his coat and handed it to me.
I unwrapped a braided leather bracelet, with green, black, and gold straps.“This is really nice.Did you make it?”
“Girl at the store helped me.Let me put it on you.”
I gave him my left wrist, and he wound the bracelet around it and fastened the clasp.Watching andfeelinghim do that to me was hot.I was sorry when he let me go.
“I used to wear a bracelet for luck when I competed in tap.I lost it a few years ago.”
“I know.I saw it on your tap DVD.”
Of course he’d noticed.He didn’t miss much.
