Page 45 of All I Want Is Love
“Leo, how about we get tested tomorrow?” he says. “Then nothing can hold us back anymore.” He pauses. “Is that okay with you? We can still do it with condoms if it’s going too fast.”
“No, I‘d like to get tested with you,” I say. “Where do we do that?”
“The doctor here does the tests,” Soren explains. “He is a friend. If I talk to him, he will squeeze us in. Do you want me to?”
I nod. “Yes. You know, I always used protection, but you are my first boyfriend, so…” My voice trails off. “That’s weird, isn’t it?”
He lets go of my face and moves back to look at me, his hands brushing over my upper legs. “Why are you saying that?”
“At my age, I should have had a boyfriend before.”
He shrugs. “Why? There is no rule.” He smiles, my favorite goofy smile of his. “And now you have me, so obviously things worked out perfectly, because obviously I am perfect.”
I chuckle. “Okay,” I say.
“You are giving in, just like that?” he teases.
“I am too tired,” I say. “We can argue more tomorrow, if you prefer that.”
Soren chuckles. “I prefer not to argue at all. But you have a point, for tonight, less talking, more sleeping.”
He is right. I am exhausted to my bones. I just brush my teeth and change into my pajamas before stumbling into my bed. Soren takes a little longer because he wants to shower after his long drive. Fortunately, he was prepared to stay the night at the farm, so he brought his spare clothes and pajamas. I doubt he would have fit into my stuff, though maybe he would have had to be naked then, which has different perks.
When I hear Soren’s footsteps, I turn my head, curiously eyeing the curtain separating my bedroom from everything else. Blue. I bet he is wearing blue satin. He would totally be the blue satin type of guy. Dark red would suit him, too. He is tall and sophisticated. Yes. Oh, or flannel. He could pull it off.
Or—
Soren steps past the curtain, my mouth dropping open. I can’t hold it back, I just double over laughing.
“Is something wrong?” Soren blinks.
“Yes!” I squeal. “You have little chickens on your pajamas. I thought you would look sexy, but now…”
His eyebrows shoot up before he crawls on top of me, straddling my hips. “Are you implying I don’t look sexy?”
I stare at him, taking in his crème colored pajamas with a very prominent yellow chicken print all over.
“I have the same one with a toast pattern,” he says, deathly seriously.
“Oh my god,” I laugh, reaching out my hands, just to laugh more. “It’s fluffy too.”
Soren furrows his eyebrows, glaring at me in mock-annoyance, before his lips spread into a grin. “I already told you once: Be glad that you are cute.”
He rolls off me and onto his back before pulling me into his arms. “If it’s fluffy, it’s going to be perfect for you to cuddle against it,” he says while placing his glasses on the nightstand table.
“I want to see the toast pajamas next,” I say.
“You,” he mutters, his fingers wandering beneath my own pajama top.
I squeal at the touch. “Your fingers are cold!” He pokes my sides, mercilessly tickling me, until I roll over and latch onto him so that he can’t move anymore. “Okay, you won, you are super sexy, even in a chicken print.”
Soren snorts. “Excuse me that I didn’t know you were so much into pajamas. I will make sure to buy a pair of sexy ones.”
“No, I love these,” I say. “If you want to be sexy, just sleep naked.”
Soren pauses, just staring at me. “You…” he mutters. “You are surprisingly good at this.”
“At what?”
