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“Because,” he said, “I know you thought the sex was great.”
“Oh, you do?”
“I mean, you had two orgasms,” he said. “I only had the one, so I think you came out ahead of me there. Milk in your tea? Sugar?”
“No milk,” she said. “Do you have honey?”
“Nope, definitely not,” he said.
She laughed again. Of course not. “Sugar’s fine.”
“How many teaspoons?”
“One,” she said.
He fixed her with a look. “One? Seriously? What’s that about? You’re pregnant, and I think you need sugar for, like, a number of important bodily functions, so how about three teaspoons?”
“One,” she said, imperious, but sort of melting inside. She inched closer to him. “I don’t really like super sweet things.”
“Huh,” he said, gazing at her. “Okay, as long as you’re not going to tell me sugar’s not healthy. Like, you know that our bodies run on glucose? If you eat something else—fat, protein, what-have-you, your body’s just got to turn it into glucose, so… yeah.”
“Are you mansplaining sugar to me?” She was teasing him.
He pointed at her with a spoon. “I am explaining, and I happen to be a man, but I’m not doing it because I think you don’t know things, becausetrust me, I am well aware that you are more intelligent than me. And you’re, um, a doctor, right? Adoctor, so…” He scooped out sugar, shaking his head. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” he muttered.
She reached out and put a hand on his huge, firm, round bicep. “Nothing’s wrong with you,” she whispered.
He turned to look at her.
She gazed up into his eyes. “Uh, talk to me more about how, um, how you like that I’m pregnant?”
“Yeah?” His voice was husky. “You want me to talk about that?”
She nodded.
“Okay,” he said, giving her a smile that seemed gentle and admiring and hers—just for her. “But in the living room, because I don’t think you should be on your feet.”
She liked this, too, liked being fussed over, liked being close enough to him to smell him. He’d smelled good the night they’d been together, but he smelled better now. Was it because he’d, like, bred her or something? Did that even make sense?
He picked up the tea. “These need to steep. Follow me.”
The living room had one black leather sectional couch in the corner and a Christmas tree in the other. The Christmas tree was half-covered in lights but otherwise unadorned. The lights were burning, though, the only lights in the room.
“Can you hit the switch for the lights?” he said. “My hands are full.”
He pulled over a matching ottoman with a tray sitting on it and set the tea on it.
She found the light switch and bathed the room in light.
“Sorry, I haven’t…” He gestured to the bare walls. “I’m not really moved in.” He nodded at the couch. “Sit down?”
She sat down. She reached for her tea.
“It needs to steep,” he said.
“You’re very bossy,” she told him.
He snickered. “Right, do whatever you want with the tea.” He settled back on the couch and looked her over. “Tom said you were mated.”
