An hour later, we’re back in my apartment and already ordering take out. I am so ready to shut out the world and relax for the next twenty-four hours. I have Amelia all to myself again, and I’m very much looking forward to reconnecting in the same way that we did when we were alone in my cabin.
“I’m going to take a shower. I need to wash all the designer labels off of my TJ Maxx body.” She chuckles.
“A shower sounds great,” I say as I reach back and pull my shirt over my head.
“Evannnnn. That’s not what I meant. Besides, I’m not getting my hair wet.” She crosses her arms over her chest while trying to stifle a smile.
“Oh, about that.” I grab her hand and lead her to my ensuite bathroom. “I got this for you.” I hand Amelia a small brown box.
She opens it and instantly erupts with laughter. “You got me a shower cap?”
I smile. “Not just any shower cap, but one with cute palm trees and pineapples, you see. Also, rated number one on Amazon.”
Her gaze turns soft. “You remembered I don’t like getting my hair wet.” She places her hand on my cheek and leaves it there.
“I remember everything when it comes to you.” I grab her hand and kiss it. “Besides, I got myself a matching one.” I pull out my own shower cap and place it on my head with a loud snap.
This really gets Amelia going. Now she’s bent at the waist laughing uncontrollably. “Oh no. If the plan was to get me to wear a shower cap for shower sex, then I think you’ve completely misread the assignment by getting yourself one as well. You look like a cafeteria lady.” She cackles.
I look at myself in the mirror and feign horror. “Great. This is what a man in love looks like. What have I done?”
Amelia’s laughter subsides and she pulls me into a hug. “Evan. I …You know—”
“Shh. You don’t have to say anything yet Amelia. I’m serious. Don’t forget that I’ve had the luxury of time to work through my feelings for you. I don’t want you to feel rushed and say something, just for the sake of saying it. If and when … scratch that.” I lock eyes with her. “When, you confess your feelings for me, I want to know that they’re coming from your heart, and not some stupid timeline or societal expectation. I’d rather wait as long as it takes to make sure we get it right this time, okay?”
She nuzzles into my chest. “Sheesh. Really making yourself pretty lovable here, Evan.”
“I aim to please.” I kiss her head.
“Good. Now let’s take these shower caps for a spin, loverboy.” She smirks.
Shower cap sex. Awesome.
33
Amelia
Evanand I have spent the last twenty four hours in pure bliss. I would even say our time this weekend rivaled that of our time at the cabin.
We ate take out for lunch, binge-watched multiple romantic comedies on Netflix, and made love more times than I can count. Just kidding, I counted: It was 7 times.
He went all out and cooked the most amazing dinner for me, reminding me again how talented a cook he is. Then ordered us some freshly baked cookies from the French bakery a block from his building.
Although, my favorite part will always be waking up in the middle of the night, and feeling myself wrapped up in Evan. Even in the moments when I roll away from him because he runs hot like a furnace, we always find a way to fall asleep touching each other. Whether our fingers are intertwined, or he has his hand possessively resting on my butt. Those sacred moments in the morning before we’re fully awake, when he pulls me close and I fall back asleep on his chest, are pure heaven on earth.
I think I love this man.
Evan begged me to stay another night, but I am severely behind on a presentation due on Tuesday, and I know that my attention span has no willpower with Evan in the same apartment as me. My theory further proved by the fact that our goodbye took us an hour and a half. We’re officially that gross couple who doesn’t know how to walk away from one another.
I’m now walking home with a stupid grin on my face.
I turn the corner on my block and notice a familiar man across the street. Do I know him from somewhere? When I spot him, he turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction. Huh, that’s weird.
It’s odd that I’ve probably walked by a hundred people on my short walk home, and yet this one man sticks out to me. He’s older, probably in his fifties or sixties and tall. I couldn’t really get a good look at his face, so I can’t really guess his nationality, but I’m leaning towards Caucasian.
Being born and raised in the city has taught me to always be aware of my surroundings, at all times. Being the sister of an NYPD officer, has made me even more hyperaware. It’s most likely nothing.
I make it to my building lobby where I am immediately bombarded by Nikki, who happens to be checking her mail. “Oh my God, how did it go? Did you guys make any babies? Am I going to be Tía Nikki?!” She dances in place.
