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“With all the meat?” she asks hopefully.
“Of course. I would never deprive my girl of her meat.” I shoot her a wink and she laughs.
“I like that. That you called me your girl.” She smiles shyly at me, and I lean down for another taste of those full lips.
God, what is she doing to me?I’m not entirely sure, but I think it might be something along the lines of mending my soul.
I reluctantly untangle myself from her warm arms and head to my room to change out of my suit into an old pair of worn-in jeans and a soft T-shirt. When I return to the kitchen, Lindsey is just finishing up the pizza order as her gaze travels down my body, giving me a once-over that tells me she approves of my casual attire. The heat in her eyes is unmistakable and I may puff out my chest a bit at her obvious appreciation.
When the pizza arrives, we decide to eat on the patio. It’s a balmy evening, but still a little humid, making everything just slightly damp.
“I love the privacy of having this patio. I feel like we’re in our own world out here.” Lindsey smiles contentedly and lets out a small sigh of happiness as she leans back on the sofa we’re both sitting on. I love the sound of those soft sighs with the heat of her body next to mine.
“We didn’t have a garden when I was growing up. Not that London lent itself to many nights like this.” Thinking about my childhood usually puts me in a melancholy mood, but sitting next to Lindsey makes me feel anything but sad. I can smell her sweet scent when the breeze blows in my direction. Something flowery and soft I want to wrap myself in. She leans her head on my shoulder and I turn my face to the crown of her head, enjoying the feel of her silky hair against my face as I quietly breathe in, relishing in her sweet perfume.
“Do you miss London?” She asks as she turns her face in my direction.
“Mostly no, but I do miss being closer to my mum. My mates from the neighborhood have all spread out and are living nice, respectable lives with families and the like, so there isn’t really anything tying me there anymore.” Unable to help myself, I lean in and give her a light kiss on the mouth. “Not like here.” She smiles at my answer and releases a contented hum.
We sit in silence for a few more blissful minutes before Lindsey speaks up again. “We should probably clean up a bit. It’s getting late.” Although she’s the one who suggested it, she makes no move to act. The wine and the pizza relaxed her enough to sit here peacefully with me in our own personal bubble. The hurt and anger from earlier forgiven as we simply enjoy each other’s company.
She tilts her face to mine and gives me a small, tentative kiss. I taste the sweetness from her wine as my chest rumbles in satisfaction from the feel of her lips and my confidence in knowing I don’t have to fight this attraction to her any longer.
“I’m really liking the fact that I can sit next to you and kiss you whenever the mood strikes now. Keeping myself in check the last week was a challenge.” There’s a twinkle in her eye with her confession.
“Oh yeah? How so?” I’m intrigued to realize she and I have been feeling the same these last few days. Maybe even longer.
“Well, I have to say you look amazing in a suit, but when you’re dressed down and comfy in jeans and a T-shirt? It’s been hard not to climb you like a tree. If gray sweatpants had been involved, I’m pretty sure there would’ve been no stopping me.” She bites her lip in embarrassment and I want nothing more than to take that lip in my mouth, and graze my teeth across the soft, pink flesh.
Quickly yanking myself from the fantasy, I bark out a laugh and she giggles next to me, turning her face into my shoulder to hide her blush.
“Gray sweatpants? I didn’t realize those had some sort of magical thrall over you. Glad you enlightened me.”
“It’s not just me. It’s totally a thing,” she explains. “They’re basically lingerie for men. Don’t question it, just go with it.”
There are several things I’d like to “just go with” right now, and none of them require clothes of any type. I make a mental note to pick some up, however. If she can torture me with tight little shorts and tank tops, I can certainly start wearing some sweats around the apartment.
“Okay, if I don’t get up and start cleaning now, I’ll melt into this couch next to you,” she groans.
While I would very much enjoy having her warmth next to me for the rest of the night, I help her stand and we make our way into the kitchen. It’s not a mess by any stretch of the imagination, but we both prefer having a clean kitchen before bed. I gather the dishes while she fills up the sink with water and dish soap. The scene is familiar to the one last night. She’s washing while I rinse and dry. It’s as though we’re in the middle of a do-over. This time, if we kiss, I won’t be pushing her away.
We’re silent as we wash the dishes. Comfortable with each other, but there’s a bit of tension in the air. I keep imagining how my fingertips would feel running down the lines of her naked back then around to the flare of her soft hips, holding her against me while I kiss her so deep that neither of us would ever think of coming up for air. With a new understanding that this is more than a roommate situation, I’m ready to explore all the possibilities I’ve been denying myself.
While lost in thought about all the ways this could go tonight, I feel something wet hit the side of my head. I look over at Lindsey and see a coy smile playing on her lips.
“Oops, my hand slipped.”Sure it did, sweetheart.Seems as though I’m not the only one thinking about our moment from last night. Well, two can play this game. If this is our do-over, I’m going all in. And I’ll enjoy every second of peeling her wet clothes off her amazing body.
I splash her with water from the other side of the sink. It wets the front of her white shirt, making it slightly translucent, giving me a clear view of the bra she has on underneath. Pale pink, almost the color of her lips. I bite the inside of my cheek as I wonder if her panties match. I definitely didn’t get a glimpse last night like I am now. That could very well have changed the outcome of the previous evening.
“Ah, now I’m all wet,” she exclaims. I have to bite back my moan at the double meaning, fighting the urge to take her right here.
Her eyes are full of mischief as she scoops water in her hand and launches it in my direction. I try to move out of the way from her attack, but don’t back up far enough. I’m drenched now, too. We begin splashing each other with soapy water. She and I are laughing so hard, we both become breathless as we make more of a mess in the kitchen than there was when we started.
“I give, I give.” She laughs again, sounding happy and lighthearted.
We’re standing so close to each other, and I can’t take it another second. The need to taste her smile overwhelms me. She mirrors my stance as I angle my body toward her. Looking up at me, I see the naked want in her eyes.
“You’re not going to run away again, are you?” she whispers. The question stings, but I understand why she’s asking. I can’t blame her for being a bit trepidatious after the last time we were in this exact same situation.
