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“This avocado and quinoa salad sounds good,” I muttered.
Will smirked. “I need a steak. Salad won’t cut it after that workout.”
“I thought I didn’t wear you out.” I elbowed him playfully, then placed the food order.
“Who knows what other fiendish plans you have for the night.”
“If there’s a fiend here, that’s you. You almost killed me.”
“So you didn’t love every minute of it?”
“I loved every second.” I swallowed as he took the phone out of my hands and pulled me into a kiss.
We made out like teenagers until our food arrived, and then we enjoyed the food on the couch, eating directly from the takeout boxes.
“This is dry as paper,” Will commented. He’d been chewing on the same bite of steak for a whole minute.
“Your own fault. Delivered steak is never good.”
“Bet it’s better than a steak you’d cook.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but swallowed the words because the man had a point.
“I will let that mean comment slide only because it’s true. And because I’m feeling unnaturally generous, I’m going to share my salad with you.”
I used the opportunity to snuggle up to him.
“Unnaturally generous, huh? Why might that be?”
“Just a side effect from that amazing orgasm.”
Will laughed and then went on to eat almost half my salad. I took a few bites from his steak, and didn’t find it all that bad, but that might just be because I’d gotten used to my own atrocious cooking. We were up late long after we finished eating, talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
I opened one eye. The bedroom was dark. I didn’t remember walking to bed. Had Will carried me? Speaking of Will... he was putting on clothes. That was the sound that had woken me.
“Will?” I murmured.
“Shhh... go back to sleep. It’s five thirty. I need to get going so I can change before my shift starts. Sorry I woke you up.”
“No, that’s fine. I need to be up at six.”
“Damn, I’ve been dying to kiss you since I woke up. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have held back.”
I chuckled, and even though I usually valued even five minutes of extra sleep, I dragged myself out of bed. Snuggling up to Will was an excellent incentive to forgo sleep.
“Coffee?” I asked.
“Would be great.”
I moved to the kitchen and started the coffee machine. While I waited for it to warm up, Will came out fully dressed. He buckled his belt, then arranged the collar of his shirt. He grimaced, wincing.
“What’s wrong?”
“A scratch. Forgot about it.”
“Let me see.”
