“What, this?”
“Yeah, yeah, it looks like you’re—wow, do you touch yourself like that a lot?”
“I haven’t lately, why? Looks good to you, yes?”
“Yes, that’s…wow…um…that’s the door…the guy with the Thai is here. I…and I…Thai…I…”
“Are you real y rhyming right now, Simon? Mmm, that feels nice…”
“Hel o! Hel o, anyone there? Someone cal ed in an order for—dude, how am I supposed to give you your change?”
“Keep the change.”
“Dude, you shoved a fifty under the door. You know that’s like a thirty-dol ar tip, right?”
“Keep the change. Leave the Thai. Caroline, get on that bed.”
“Mmm, so close, Simon. Sure you don’t…want…me…to…mmm…finish…oooh. I love when you do that.”
“Mmph, mumph, hah, hooo…”
“Don’t talk with your mouth ful , Simon, Simon, Simon, Simon, Siiimmooooon…”
“Okay, dude. I’m total y setting your food out here. Um, thanks for the tip.”
1:14 a.m.
We lay in bed, limp and a little stupid. My poor Simon, I’d ridden him to the brink of extinction. He wasn’t a teenager, but even he was surprised
by his…hmm…stamina. After the last round of crazytown, he crawled back to the hal way, retrieved the food, and we ate Thai sitting in the middle of
the bed. I’d quickly stripped the sheets because raisins and flour clouds lingered from earlier. The amount of work I was going to be faced with in
the kitchen tomorrow was daunting, but it was worth it. Al of it. Al of it was worth it.
Now we lounged, settled but not settling. Stil wrapped around each other but now clad in a pink nightie and a pair of sweatpants. To be clear, I
wore the pink nightie. We lay side by side, facing each other, legs tangled and hands held.
“When do you have to go back to work?”
“I told Jil ian I’d be back Monday, although that is the last thing I can think about right now.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Spain.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, it was amazing. Thank you so much for taking me, and then taking me.” I nudged him with my elbow.
“It was my pleasure, on both counts. I’m glad you could…come,” he snorted.
Now that the O had returned, we could joke about it. We were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the music. Simon had hobbled next door a little
while ago to put on a record. Even hobbled, he was sexy.
“When are you leaving for Peru? Ass, I stil hate you a little for getting to go, but when are you leaving?”
“About two weeks. And no hating on the photographer. I have to go, but I’l always come back.”
“Oh, to be clear, I don’t hate you for leaving. I hate you because I want to go too. But I digress. I love you more than I hate you, so we’re good.”
“We’re good?”
“Yes, of course. You have to travel for your job. It’s not like I didn’t know this.”
“Wel , knowing about it and then being the one left behind are two different things,” he said, eyes getting a little cloudy. I smoothed my hand
across his cheek, feeling his scruff and skin and watching him lean into my touch. His eyes closed, and he hummed a contented hum.
“You’re not leaving me behind. We live busy lives and wil continue to do so. Just because you get to stick your dick in me now, that isn’t going
to change us,” I replied.
A slow grin spread across his face. Eyes stil closed, but grinning. “Sometimes dicks change people,” he said through the grin.
“Sometimes dicks change what needs to be changed. Sometimes dicks make it better.”
“Sometimes dicks make it better—what an odd thing to say.”
“Stick around, who knows what I’m gonna say next.”
“Sticking.”
“Stuck.”
“Going to kiss you now.”
“Thank Christ.” I giggled as he wrapped his strong arms around me. We kissed quietly, thoughtful y. I settled down into his nook, perfectly
shaped and smel ing like heaven.
“I adore this nook.”
“Good.”
“No one else gets this nook.”
“It’s yours.”
“Yes, yes it is. Make sure you tel that to al those gorgeous Peruvian women who wil try to seduce the hot American.”
“I’l make sure to tel them my nook is spoken for.”
I smiled and yawned hugely. It had been an exhausting few days. I was jet lagged and had been rocked to within an inch of my life. Tended to
make a girl tired. Simon leaned across me to shut off the light and tucked me back into the nook.