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“Maybe not, but once or twice a month, I give Aunt Berta money for groceries, and she makes me a couple of casseroles that I can reheat in the microwave. That’s sort of cooking.”
Gage shook his head. “Not even close.”
The timer went off, and Gage checked the spaghetti noodles. Confident they were done, he strained the water. “Want to grab the garlic bread from the oven?”
“Are you sure you trust me?”
“Just do it,” he said with a laugh, loading their plates with a small helping of salad, the spaghetti, then grabbing a slice of bread from the tray.
Penny refilled their wine glasses, grabbed forks and napkins.
Gage started for her small kitchen table.
“Want to eat in front of the TV?” she offered.
He gave her a bemused look. “You seriously ate spaghetti on your lap?”
She nodded. “And steak and fried chicken. I’m a master when it comes to balancing plates full of food on my lap.”
“How about a compromise?” He left the kitchen with their plates, setting them on the coffee table before grabbing two pillows from the couch and tossing them to the floor. “A tableandTV.”
“Perfect.” They both took a seat on the floor next to each other, while she grabbed the remote and started channel surfing. “Ooo.RuPaul’s Drag Race?”
“Pass.”
She clicked for a minute more before findingSeinfeld. She looked in his direction for approval, and he nodded.
“Yeah. Leave it there.”
They ate as they watched, cracking up at the classic lines, referring to themselves in third person after “The Jimmy” episode.
“Penny wants more wine,” she announced after they’d finished eating.
Gage stopped her before she could stand up. “Gage wants Penny. Naked.”
“Penny likes Gage’s idea better,” she joked.
Gage rose then held his hand down to her. “Bedroom.”
They raced each other to her room, tripping and shoving each other out of the way in their attempt to get there first. They were laughing, out of control by the time they got there.
“I win!” she announced.
Gage lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, coming down on top of her. “Nope. I do.”
He lowered his head and kissed her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, sinking into his kiss, certain no future dates or—God, please—boyfriends would ever kiss as good as Gage. He tasted delicious, like tomatoes, garlic, wine.
He’d definitely followed through on her request to try “all” the positions. They’d spent the weekend working their way through his own personal Kama Sutra list, including everything from sixty-nine to sex against the wall to several variations of missionary and doggie style where he bent her like a pretzel.
She’d discovered she had muscles in places she didn’t even know existed.
After several minutes, he lifted his head and looked at her. She got a sense he was thinking about what happened next, so she remained quiet, curious about what tonight would bring.
He pushed himself off the bed then held his hand out to help her stand as well.
“Take your clothes off, Penny,” he commanded as he began to strip off his own.
