He knits his eyebrows together and rolls away from me. "Wow, thanks, that's not disturbing at all."
I pull him back towards me and bury my head in the nook of his arm.
"I'm sorry I have to work tomorrow evening.”
He's on vacation, but my job can't be avoided entirely. I have catering gigs Friday and Saturday night, which means this was our only date night before he leaves. If I could get out of work, I would, but I don't want to leave LaTonya in the lurch.
"It's fine. Marly and I can hang and discuss the magical healing power of aloe plants," he says.
Seth's hot masculinity combined with plant talk? Marly definitely can't handle it.
"I think she would orgasm during that conversation.” I’m only half kidding.
"I'll get together with Trey tomorrow night," Seth says. "I wish you could meet him."
"Maybe another time you're here," I say, not wanting to ruin the moment with too much serious talk about the future.
Why rock the bed when things are going so well?
"So I'm invited back?" he asks.
I pretend to mull it over. "Are you up for showering together in the morning?"
Seth goes very still for a moment. "Um, yes, definitely."
"Okay then," I say. "You're welcome back any time.
Eighteen
"Brunchwith my friends is a rite of passage," I tell Seth on Saturday morning as we lie in bed together.
He rubs his chin. "You're making me nervous."
We're having brunch with Hugh and Raymond in a little while, and Seth doesn't want to be late. He's been up for an hour and has already showered, but he came back to bed to wake me. My head is resting on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breaths.
"You'll eat lox and bagels for the first time," I say. "It will be great."
"What makes you think I've never had lox and bagels before?"
My mouth twists into an obnoxious smirk. "Just like I'd never had grits, my friend. It's regional cuisine. You may think you've eaten bagels before, but you haven't."
Seth reaches over and grabs his phone from my bedside table.
"You have to get up now. It's nearly eleven."
Instead of getting out of bed, I burrow more deeply into his chest. With the arm he has around me, he reaches down to pinch my bottom. It’s a playful move, but it wakes up my libido.
"Come on, Andie. We’re gonna be late."
"There's time for you to join me in the shower, if we hurry.” I sling a leg over his body.
I've been dreaming of getting Seth into the shower with me for months, and Hugh can wait on us a little while. I'll send an apologetic text.
I can tell Seth is conflicted. He wants to fool around, but he's chafing at being late. I let my hand wander down his chest, below his waistline, and begin convincing him that I'm right. My hand slides inside his boxers and strokes him gently but firmly, and when I have him right where I want him, I take my hand away and get out of bed.
"What? Where are you going?" he protests.
"Don't think, just follow me.”
