Page 82 of Falling into Place
1 large Hawaiian, extra pineapple
1 large Meat Mania, easy sauce
1 order cinnamon knots
1 liter Coca-Cola
—Ralph’s Pizzeria Custom Register Entry
Brooks felt drugged. Or drunk.
Or something.
His muscles were loose and relaxed, his vision was blurry, and he was uncommonly affectionate to the point he wanted to tell the warm body beside him how much he adored her.
All of it was probably just the orgasm(s) talking, but either way, he needed to take it down a notch.
“First one didn’t count,” he managed.
It had been a while. He’d tried to make it up to her.
“Second one sure as hell did,” she returned, her chest still rising and falling rapidly.
He rolled onto his side and pulled her back to his chest, breathing her in. She covered his hand with hers and wove their fingers together against her stomach.
“Brooks Martin, are you a cuddler?”
“Not usually, no.”
She tilted her head back to look over her shoulder, meeting his eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed and her lips swollen from his kiss.
He lifted his head to kiss her temple, then let it fall back to the pillow. He slipped his knee between her thighs. “I’m sorry I didn’t wear your suit.”
“Right now, I literally couldn’t care less.”
Neither could he. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You already did.”
Okay, but he wanted to do it again.
And again.
He slid his fingers through her silky hair, all the way down her back to the edges, and put his thumb on the small bump of her spine. He moved it up and down a few notches, counting, enjoying the soft, smooth feel of her skin. “Wow. L3.”
“What?”
“When we first met up at Coffee Slingers, I was surprised how long your hair was. And how dark.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I was in a short blond phase in high school. Did you like that better?”
“No. I liked this and wondered exactly how long it was, which was a completely inappropriate thing to be thinking about at the time. But now I know it goes to your L3 vertebrae.”
“Whoa. Nerd alert.”
“I think you like that about me.”
“Let’s find out. What’s the twelfth element?”
