“I’m sorry, too. I should have called earlier. I knew you were hurting.”
I shook my head.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I really acted like an idiot that last night in the bar. If Peter had touched me up, it would have been one thing to slap him, but he only touched my hand. I messaged him and a bunch of other people to apologize.”
“I know. I heard today from the director. And there’s good news.”
“You mean that I have prepared a three-course meal? Because that is good news.” I was joking. The relief of finally having spoken from the heart was making me giddy.
“That is very good news, but the other good news is that the trailer for the pilot was sent to Amazon yesterday and they were really keen to see more. No safe bets yet, but still.”
Jeff beamed at me and I beamed back. I was frankly too happy to speak anymore. And apparently, so was Jeff as he took three long strides towards me and then swept me up in his embrace.
As held me, I felt my body melting. I could finally relax. Feeling his firm body against mine, I felt safe. I also felt warm and tingly inside from the care I felt emanating from him.
“Mmm,” Jeff mumbled. “I’ve missed this.”
“Me, too.”
“We should do it more often. Shaun thinks hugs are what make people happy when they’re sad.”
“I think he might be right,” I said with a giggle.
“You know what also makes me happy?” Jeff asked.
“No, what?”
“This,” he said and kissed me.
As I felt his lips on mine, my knees started feeling wobbly. The tenderness and intensity of his kisses were unlike any I’d experienced before. Slowly his hands started caressing my body and, again, I could feel the care. It turned me on, because it made me feel wanted on a whole other level.
As the ache in my body intensified, so did our kisses.
“Oh Jeff, I was meant to serve you dinner,” I protested as one of his hands reached between my thighs.
“Can’t dinner wait ten more minutes?” Jeff asked.
I was tempted to say yes, as I felt his hard on rub against me. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad I wanted to scream. I also kind of liked the idea of waiting with sex, of dragging it out over dinner.
“Are you willing to risk the soufflé going flat?” I asked. Back in the day, Jeff had always loved my soufflé.
“Is this the kind of soufflé you used to make back in the day?”
“The same,” I replied.
“Then absolutely not,” Jeff said and took a step back as he winked at me. “Sex can wait till desert.”
“You mean, we can have desert and sex at the same time?”
“Absolutely, but first serve me that soufflé.”
I laughed. It was good to have Jeff back. In fact, it was pretty darn fantastic!
