Page 46 of Waiting on Life
“What?” He grabbed my apron and dragged me down into another kiss. “Don’t you dare.”
This man was going to be the death of me, but I couldn’t think of a better way to go.
“I’ve been thinking,” I told him.
“Oh? About what?”
Sex for me was something that I needed time to process. I had to look at every permutation, every possible outcome. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy getting laid, because I totally did, but my mind was always filled with a whole host of what-if scenarios.
“You’re shift is almost over, and you’re off tomorrow. It’s a slow night, so I’m planning to leave soon. What do you think about spending the night at my place? We can cuddle up and watch a movie. I’ll make popcorn, and we can take turns fending off Waldo.” It was silly of me that I had this notion of domesticity already. “I mean, no pressure or—”
“Pete has some vegan cheese-flavored salt that tastes pretty good on stuff. I could bring that with me.”
Was he saying what I hoped? “You’ll stay?”
A sheepish grin was my answer. “I’d love to. Where will I sleep?”
That brought me up short. “Well, I was hoping with me, but—”
“No! With you is great. I don’t want to push.”
Usually it was me that had that problem. When I finally settled on a course of action, I went all in full steam ahead.
“I would love it if you slept with me. We don’t have to do anything, but if you don’t mind, I would very much like to cuddle with you.”
Yes, I was a big snuggler. Most people hated being wrapped in someone’s arms or having anyone touch them while they slept.
“I do enjoy a good cuddle,” he said. “And I’d love to try it with you.”
I leaned down once more and kissed him gently on the lips. “Then it’s a date. Now, get your ass back to work. And stop distracting me from my counts.”
He cracked up laughing. “Yes, boss.”
And with that, he was out the door. My hands shook when I pulled out my phone and dialed Tammy.
“What did you do?”
“Is that any way to greet your brother?”
“Yes, it is. Is something wrong?”
“Maybe?” I really wasn’t sure. “How do I have sex with a man?”
And thenshecracked up laughing. “Let big sis talk to you about oral and anal with a guy. Get comfortable, because master class is now in session.”
I regretted asking already.
Kyle
“Pete? Pete!” I called out, as I slammed the door. “Peter Robert Jenkins, where the fuck are you?”
He came scurrying out from his room, clad only in underwear. “What? What’s wrong?”
My insides quivered, because I still couldn’t believe what I was about to say. “I’m going to be spending the night at Toby’s.”
His jaw opened, then shut with an audible clack. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. He asked me before I left work.”
