“Mmm,” she murmurs back.
“Got anything to eat?” I carry her toward the bathroom.
“Sorry, I’ve been a shitty hostess.”
“I would say you’ve been very receptive.”
“Har, har.”
“I mean,” I shrug with her in my arms, “your lover has returned.”
“Has he?”
There’s a question in her eyes we both know the answer to.
“Today and tomorrow. Nothing else matters right now.”
She smiles, and it lights up my heart. “We’ll order Chinese, like old times.”
I set her down to start the water before I take inventory of her bathroom. “How much does this shoebox run you?”
“Too much for not enough.”
I nod. “I thought as much.”
“As much as you hate it, I love it.”
“I don’t hate it.”
She lifts a skeptical brow. “Really?”
“Not at all. I was just being an asshole. This city is interesting…alive.”
“I agree.”
We step inside the shower and barely fit. I chuckle. “Okay, this is going to be a test of wills.”
She giggles, and the sound is music. “I can make it easy on you, shower quick and step out, or—” she takes a soapy hand and runs it down my cock. I’m already perking up, “—we can let the hot water run out. That’s about four minutes from now.”
“That’s not long.”
“Nope.”
“Guess we better get to work.”
“We both have very strong work ethics.”
“Oh,” I grit through my teeth as she pumps me vigorously in her hand, “I couldn’t agree more.”
“Finally, we agree on something.”
Not long after our shower, we’re devouring Shrimp Lo Mein in the best feature of her apartment, the window seat in her living room. Arms wrapped around her, she skillfully feeds me the soaked noodles with chopsticks and then stuffs her own mouth with the same mammoth bite.
“You’re still a pig,” I chuckle as she forgoes my mouth, stuffing hers instead.
“Yep.”
“No shame.”