Page 66 of Low love Low fidelity

Her stomach growled. “Damn! What the hell is that, Curry?”

Her humor was silent as she covered her mouth with squeezed eyes. “I’m sorry!” she damn near shouted. “I haven’t eaten since my banana and rice crispy cake this morning!”

“A puff rice cake? Yeah.” I scooted toward the side of the bed. “It’s time for you to eat.”

“Eat?”

“I came up here to wake you up because the food was almost done.” I grabbed my pants from the chair. “Everything should be done by now.” I needed to wash my hands.

“Done? You came up here to tell me about food, but end up fingering me instead?”

A smile teased my face. “I couldn’t help it. You’re like my little virgin. Before you leave my presence, I have to shower you with as many orgasms as possible.”

Lennox held the blanket to her bare chest and smoothed back her damp curls with the other hand. She looked dazed when she asked, “Are we really doing this?”

“Yup.” I chuckled. “We are.”

A ringing noise woke me from a confounding dream. A good dream. I was somewhere far away—for the both of us—with her in a small cottage. We were naked in bed together, and everything felt right. There was no weight hanging over us neither a dark cloud. Nestled inside of a cottage we slept in the dream until the sounds of birds woke me up. It was high noon because I could see the sunlight where were we—not that it mattered. The vibe felt unbelievably perfect; she was mine, and I was hers. It was as if we’d been intimate companions for years. Instead of being excited about being with her, I felt contentment and joy. I felt at home.

But…

I wanted to know what type of birds were outside. Were they blue jays, seagulls, or woodpeckers? Just as I thought to leave her in the bed to see what type of setting was outside of the cottage, a phone rang.

Again.

Being sucked out of the dream, my eyes swung around, and slowly, consciousness swelled. I reached over and grabbed my cell phone.

“Yeah.”

“Mr. Elliott, I have two vehicles here. One is Mr. Green, who visited earlier.”

Nikko…

Shit.

I rubbed my stuffy nose. “Let ‘em in. Thanks.”

“Will do, sir.”

Next to me, Lennox stirred. It dawned on me how the sun was now down. Just as I lifted my phone again, she murmured, “What was that?”

“My phone?”

Lennox yawned. “Duh. Who was it—wait.” Sitting up she asked, “What time is it? Where’s my phone?”

My mind was fogged. That call reminded me I had a session with Dale tonight. It would run into the morning if I didn’t get what I needed from him. Based on the text I received earlier from Nikko about Dale’s drinking today, I knew I’d be up all fucking night.

“Tobias!” her tone was low, but urgent. I loved the cry in it.

I turned to her. “Yeah.”

“My phone. I think I left it in the living room when we—when I first got here.”

Shit…

“I’ll get it.”

I needed to take a leak, but thought to take Lennox’s need of her phone as the priority. If the girl had forgotten about it, being so wrapped up with me, I’d get her whatever she needed without complaint. Plopping down the stairs to the main level, I could smell the food from earlier. Lennox and I ate good. She even cleaned her plate. The fish had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. I’d be sure to tip the chef. In all the talking she did as we ate, and the fucking we did when done, Lennox hadn’t mentioned her phone. Today had been unbelievable.

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