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Then he kissed me.
Then, for the next hour, there were some words muttered, but you couldn’t really call them talking.
* * *
The alarm went off,Eddie touched a button and rolled into me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my back to his front.
It was Saturday. Saturday meant there wasn’t even the need for the snooze button.
I nestled my bottom into his groin and started to drift back to sleep.
Then I heard Eddie say, “Wake up,cariño, time for our talk.”
Shit, hell and damn.
“I want to sleep more,” I mumbled.
“After our talk and after I make love to you, then you can sleep. First, the talk.”
My belly did a curl.
I ignored it.
“But I want to sleep morenow.”
I was partly trying to avoid the talk, partly trying not to think of Eddie making love to me and partly, I really did want more sleep.
He moved away and rolled me onto my back. He was up on his elbow and looking down on me. “Later,” he declared.
I threw an arm over my eyes. “I need coffee.”
“Later.”
I wasn’t going to get out of it, I wasn’t going to delay it and I wasn’t going to get more sleep.
I took the arm away and looked at him.
It was a serious look, no attitude, no bullshit.
“I need coffee before we talk.”
He looked at me, registered the seriousness, then rolled out of bed and pulled me with him.
I put on one of Eddie’s flannel shirts (thinking I’d steal that too if I could get away with it) and a pair of panties and Eddie tugged on a pair of jeans.
We made coffee.
We used the delicious in-store bakery bread Blanca bought and made toast, breaking the seal on Eddie’s new toaster. We smeared it with real butter (that Blanca also bought) and grape jelly (again, that Blanca bought).
We sat at the dining room table with our coffee and toast. Eddie sat back, his legs out in front of him and his feet crossed at the ankles. It wasn’t a good position because itwasa good position and it was a new position.
I hadn’t had the opportunity to be around an Eddie who was relaxed, sitting back at his dining room table, wearing nothing but jeans. All I knew was Eddie at Fortnum’s, Eddie Action Man, or at most, Eddie lounging on the couch holding me while watching a ballgame. Still, even lounging on the couch, there was something active about him, alert, aware, focused, whatever.
He was focused now, but we’d had a lot of sex last night and I’d agreed to talk. Not to mention I was sitting at his dining room table eating toast and wearing his shirt.
He was focused but laidback. He looked really handsome and both were going to make things a lot harder for me.
He took a bite of toast and watched me.
