Page 318 of Seasons of Love
I guess that hasn’t changed.
“What have you got there?” I ask.
“Not an erection, but if I catch you checking out my ass again, I can’t promise it won’t happen.”
I groan. “Curtis.”
I sit on the couch in my favorite spot. I’m not surprised when Curtis sits cross-legged so close to me that all I can smell is his strawberry scent and feel the warmth of his body.
Don’t small people usually run cold?
He gives me one of the ramekins and a spoon.
“This is chocolate mousse,” he says. “It’s one of my favorite desserts, so I only have it on special occasions.”
I scoop a portion of the mousse. It looks fluffy and light, like the kind I’ve had in restaurants.
When I taste it, though, there’s a stark difference. It’s so much better. The texture melts in your mouth, and the chocolate is rich without being too much. It’s absolute perfection.
“Hmm, this is amazing, Curtis. I really don’t know how you do everything so perfectly.”
He stares at me. “What? Pfft. I don’t. I just like making people happy.”
“That may be so, but you’re a talented baker and cook, and I’ve seen how you’ve built the cheerleading team at the school from the ground up.”
I notice the skin on his neck reddening. He finishes his dessert and places the ramekin on the floor by the couch, and then looks at me.
The vulnerability in his eyes breaks my heart, especially because I’m probably the reason he’s feeling like that to start with.
“I guess we should talk about what happened earlier,” I say, placing my ramekin next to his.
“Can I ask one question before you say anything else?”
“Sure.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No.” I take his hand until he gets the message and straddles me. “I would do it again.”
He smiles and puts his hands so lightly on my chest that it’s like they’re not even there.
“Do you want to touch me?” I ask.
He bites his lower lip. “Yes, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I laugh. “This is about to be the most uncomfortable conversation of my life. I don’t think anything you do can make it any worse.”
He raises a brow. “Even a blowie?”
I drop my head back. “Fuck, Bubble. I need to think straight.”
“I think that’s the crux of it,” he says. “Are you?”
I let out a breath and hold his hands, resting them against my chest. “I don’t know, and that’s the most honest answer I can give you. I married young and have only ever been with my ex-wife. I’ve always considered myself straight. I’ve never even looked at another woman.”
“So…you tripped on a tree log because of the snow and lost consciousness. Sustained some mild brain damage, and when you came to, you decided you wanted to kiss me. Is that it?”
I laugh. “I’m not sure about the brain damage, but I think I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.”
