Amity lay in bed, her back to him for privacy, as he exited the lavatory. He always left the slider open; it made squeezing himself into the tight space tolerable. She rolled to face him. “Everything okay?” she asked.
“Fine.”
She scooted over, and he slid into bed. He’d been looking forward to being alone with her, all day. As they had the previous night, their friends had joined them for dinner. He had no problems with them, per se, but four was a crowd.
“How did your day go? You didn’t say much over dinner,” she said.
“How could I? You ladies did most of the talking.” The two women had chattered like magpies, comparing notes.
“Because you weren’t saying anything! I was trying to fill the awkward silence.”
“Was it awkward?” he asked, concerned.
“No, I’m teasing. I’m sorry if we monopolized the conversation.”
“I was teasingyou. I didn’t mind. I got all the deets without having to ask.” His lips twitched with amusement.
She yawned. “Sorry,” she said, patting her mouth.
“You’re tired. I’m keeping you awake.”
“No, no. I want to hear about your day.” She stretched, and her toes brushed his shin.
“Your feet are freezing!”
“The floor is cold.”
He ran hot—one reason why he slept only in briefs. “Let me warm you up.”
He pulled her close, and she turned so that they spooned. It happened automatically, comfortably, perfectly. Like they were meant to be. “Ooh, you’re warm.” She wiggled against him, and he stifled a groan as his cock took notice. Icy toes touched his shins again, and she jerked them away. “Sorry.”
“Feel free to warm your feet on my legs,” he offered.
She rubbed her feet on his shins.
He let out a small mock scream.
She giggled. “You asked for it.”
“I did.”
“You are chivalrous.”
Nobody had ever called him that before. Soft hair tickled his nose and filled his head with her scent.
“So, tell me about your day. How was woodworking?”
“Not bad.”
“You’re a man of many words. Two, to be exact.”
He didn’t engage in long monologues. If he had something to say, he said it in the most economical way possible. He’d been much more verbose that evening at the bistro, but then he’d been playing the suitor, trying to win her confidence.
Now, he was just himself. For her sake, he expanded on his comment. “Work was pleasant. The day went fast. I didn’t cut anything off that shouldn’t be cut off.”
“What do you mean?”
“We have a guy out who cut his tail off on the table saw.”
