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“Did you?” I ask as I take out some ground beef to make spaghetti for dinner.
“Yeah, I did. He offered me a drink and we sat on the couch discussing movies. We ended up on the floor, going through his extensive Blu-ray collection. Then we started in on music. We have a lot in common. We watched the first ‘Mission Impossible’ movie. He wrapped his arm around me, and before I knew it I was completely affixed to him and my thigh was touching his.”
“Oh shit!”
“Honest to God, Ev. I was burning up. He was hot in every way, shape, and form. He’s tough yet soft. It’s an attractive combination. In the middle of the movie, I lifted my hand and placed it on his thigh. He turned to face me, and when I lifted my gaze to his, he said, ‘Fuck the movie.’ Next thing I knewhis mouth was on mine and he was on top of me on his floor.”
“Oh my God!” I squeal.
“His mouth… holy shit. The man can kiss. He pressed into me, and I swear he’s got the biggest bulge I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“Wait, did you sleep with him?” I whisper as I glance outside to make sure I can still see the kids and they didn’t hear me.
“God no! We just made out for a while. He might have grabbed my ass, but other than that it was just a lot of pressing and tongue. You know I have a weakness for a man who knows how to kiss.”
“And Coop?” I question. “Did he disappoint?”
“He definitely knows what he’s doing.”
“I’m so happy for you!”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, that was last night and I haven’t heard from him since he texted me to make sure I got home okay.”
“Is he working?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe he’s just busy.”
She pauses. “Holy shit!” she shouts before she laughs.
“What?”
“He just texted me. It’s like he heard me or something!”
“See!”
“Yeah, maybe. We’ll just leave it at maybe.”
IT’S THE END of my shift and I’m dragging ass. I stagger to my car, yawning the entire way. I reach in my pocket to get my keys, and as I glance up, I see Nick. He’s leaning against my van in a dark blue suit and he’s holding a cup of coffee in his hands. My hair is in a ponytail and I’m not wearing an ounce of makeup, yet the way he smiles at me makes me feel beautiful.
“Good morning.”
“Hi,” I mouth, but I have no air.
“I wanted to make sure you had coffee. I’m worried about you driving home tired.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m used to not getting much sleep,” I assure him with a wave of my hand.
“Well, last night was my fault.”
“Yes it was. You should work on being less attractive.” I gaze up at him through the tops of my eyes and jiggle my keys in my hand nervously.
He smiles briefly before he hands me the cup of coffee. I immediately take a sip. It’s hot with cream and sugar, just like I like it. He never ceases to amaze me with what he remembers.
