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“Maybe that’s the next company I should buy.”
“Definitely,” I agree. “Or an astrology firm?”
“A palm-reading business,” he suggests.
“Maybe a life-coaching consultancy?”
“You know, I think I could have a career writing self-help books after I lose my sight.”
I laugh, and he joins in, eyes dark and warm on mine. Being here with me fully. In the house he bought as a prison, but if the week we’ve spent here together is any indication, it’s a sentence we’d both suffer gladly.
His hand presses gently into the muscles between my shoulder blades. “Still sore?”
I shake my head. “Much better now.”
“Still as much fun?”
“A lot more,” I say, “now that you’re doing it with me.”
Anthony chuckles. “Neither of us is great.”
That’s certainly true. Windsurfing the second time had hardly been easier than the first, and I doubt it’ll ever be something I’m good at, but trying it with Anthony on board had been too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“What about you? Not sore?” I run my hand down his arms and the strong muscle beneath. I’ve gone weight-lifting with him once, too. It’s not something I’m planning on doing again. The wordsoreis a kind description for the ache in my muscles the next day.
Anthony presses a kiss to my temple. “No.”
“Of course not. You’re the athlete.”
He chuckles. “You’re the runner.”
“Okay, fine. We’re both athletic.”
“We are. There is one sport, though, that we’re particularly good at,” he says, eyes glittering. “A team sport.”
I grin at him. “Oh, we’re Olympic gold medalists.”
“They wouldn’t even let us compete,” he says, nipping at my bottom lip. “It would be unfair to all the other contestants.”
“Unsportsmanlike.”
His hands slide down and grip my ass. “Very,” he agrees. “We can’t have that.”
“Glad we’re agreed,” I say. “Now we don’t have to train for the next Olympics anymore.”
“But training is so much fun!”
I laugh and kiss him again, and this time, the heat that sparks between us settles deep in my stomach. It’s never really stopped burning since I met him.
Much as I want to, though, we have some place to be tonight, and I know he’s distracting himself from that very thing. So I lean back in his arms and lock my legs around his back.
“So,” I say.
He sighs. “So.”
“We’ve done something for my bucket list yesterday. Now we’re going to do something that’s on yours.”
He closes his eyes. “I know. Two of them, actually.”
