Page 17 of Baby, it's Cold Outside
Do I see if he wants to go for another round?
I don’t know the rules in this situation, and that’s something I’m not used to.
All of these are first-world problems, but it’s the world I live in.
I chew on my thumbnail as I mull it all over and try to think logically. If Michael wants to leave, he can—it’s not like he has to drive. And if this is all we ever have, I can be a mature adult. Not to mention, this isn’t my forever apartment, so if it gets super awkward, I’ll just move.
It’s not that serious.It’s just a night.
One incredible, unforgettable night.
“You okay?” he asks, and I jump a little.
The pillow is covering my bare breasts, and again, I’m faced with not knowing where to go with this. “Uhh, yeah, I just need to…use the bathroom.”
He smiles, his naked body on full display and it takes every ounce of my restraint not to stare at his cock. I really like it. It did magical things, and I’d like to see if it was just a fluke or not.
I mentally slap myself. I promised not to be crazy and I will uphold my end of the bargain.
I do my business and walk back out. When I enter the bedroom, Michael is on the bed, covers up to his waist, but his chest is bare. God, he is a work of art.
“Come here,” he says with his arms open.
And I go without pause.
“I know you said you never do that…”
I look up. “I don’t. I’m a serial monogamist. Not really by choice, but I typically only sleep with guys I really like, and never on day one.”
“It’s not really my normal, either. I usually at least know more than just some basic information.”
That makes me feel marginally better. “What do you want to know?”
“Family?”
“My parents are still happily married, for over forty years now. I have one brother who isn’t married, and I swear never will be. Even though I’ve tried to match him at least three times.”
“So your matchmaking skills are a questionable thing.”
I sit up with narrowed eyes. “I’m the best in this city.”
He grins. “Good to know.”
I sense challenge in his voice so I don’t let it go. “Seriously! I have more marriages than Willow, who owns the company, and her sister, combined. I’m like asupermatchmaker.”
“One who doesn’t believe in romance?”
I sigh and pull the blanket up to cover my chest. “Okay, if we’re talking aboutme, that’s different. In my experience, romance is fleeting. It comes and goes and people claim they’re always searching for it. But it’s not something you find, it’s something you work for. I want love. I want a guy who looks at me twenty years down the road and thinks I’m cute with my hair turning gray and my wrinkly face. Romance is this…” I lean down and kiss him, “…feeling in your chest.”
His hand comes up, tangling in my hair, and then he pulls me back to his mouth. He kisses me reverently and I feel it in my toes. “Romance isn’t bad.”
“No,” I agree. “It’s not, but love makes your heart race and it is a simmer that doesn’t ever fully go out.”
Our eyes stay on each other’s. My chest is tight as we both are silent, but I feel like he’s saying something anyway. Before I can search too deep, he releases me. I sink back against his chest, not wanting to think about what that was.
Michael clears his throat. “Okay, so brother, work, and parents are covered. What else should I know?”
“Hmm.” I use this time to compose myself. “I’m a Scorpio, I like horribly cheesy Christmas movies, I love guys who rescue girls with trees.”
