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“Okay,” I said after he finished kissing me.
He reached and grabbed a condom, tearing it open with his teeth because his other hand was busy.
“Lee—”
He was multitasking, so he muttered, “Yeah?”
“I won’t leave you even if you act like an asshole.”
His head came up and he looked at me, and his eyes, which until that moment still held a bit of ticked off, went melty-chocolate.
“Christ, Indy.”
I kissed him while I reached between us and guided him inside me. He started moving immediately.
In his ear, really quietly, I whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right where I’ve always wanted to be.”
His mouth moved to mine and he replied, “It’s about fucking time.”
TWENTY-SIX
SPLAT
Ally, Willie and I were sitting outside Liks Ice Cream Parlour. It was approximately three hundred degrees in the shade, but we were still sitting out on the patio because what else did you do when you’re at Liks? Even in December you at least considered the patio when you went to Liks.
After Lee’s and my love-in, Willie had come over because he’d pulled Indy Watch for the day.
Lee went to work, Willie and I went to Fortnum’s, and in the afternoon Ally and I took Willie to the mall.
We were treating him to a waffle cone because he’d managed to survive an “Indy and Ally Do Cherry Creek Shopping Center Experience,” complete with full-on explorations of Levi’s, Lucky and Diesel, and flybys through Guess and Urban Outfitters.
After I’d asked Willie how he felt about the tenth pair of Lucky jeans I tried on, he told me he was going to hunt down and murder Terry Wilcox his own damned self.
Hmm.
I didn’t buy the jeans.
I was feeling weird because I wasn’t feeling weird about admitting to Lee that I loved him and I thought Ishouldbe feeling weird.
Question: what did you do when you got exactly what you always wanted?
Answer: you went shopping with your best friend then got ice cream.
I was barely keeping up with my melting double dip of dark chocolate with dark chocolate chunks when I heard, “Cool! It’s the Rock Chicks.”
I looked up and stared in total shock at The Kevster and Rosie, who were heading our way, both carrying their own double dip waffle cones (you didn’t do a single dip at Liks, it was the law) and looking like they didn’t have a care in the world.
At their approach, Willie stood, handing his cone to Ally.
The Kevster reared back at Willie’s defensive posture and put up a hand, index and middle finger extended.
“Dude. We come in peace.”
“It’s okay, we know them,” I told Willie.
Willie relaxed, slightly.
“I thought you two were in jail,” I said to The Kevster and Rosie, coming to my feet.
