“Well… do you want a specific date?”
“Specificity would help.”
I turn and look at him. Disheveled hair, soft eyes. To think I’d sized him up as not for me. Unguarded and newly awake, he’s glorious.
A secret only I get to know.
“See?” he says. “You can’t think of any. You’re a seize-the-day kind of girl.”
“Guilty,” I admit. “Take me away to the dungeons—I surrender!”
“About that. Where are your dungeons around here?”
“We haven’t installed any yet. Working on it.”
“Just what this place needs.”
“Mmm. That reminds me. I still haven’t seen how you live.”
“Oh, I have plenty of dungeons.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. That’s why I haven’t taken you there.”
“Scared I’ll run if I see them?”
He shakes his head. A lock of dark hair falls over his forehead and I smooth it back. “They’re only something I show to true connoisseurs.”
“I haven’t passed the test yet, then.”
“No. Doubt you’d like them either.” He turns over, lifts himself onto his free arm. His right hand makes lazy circles on my stomach. “You’re hopeless in the doom and gloom department.”
“I could try. Dress in all black and start scowling. You could teach me that.”
“I don’t wear all black.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Not all the time I don’t.”
“At the office you always do.”
“That’s because I’m wearing a suit there.”
“Suits come in other colors than black.”
He looks up at the ceiling, like he’s beseeching a higher power to give him strength, but he’s smiling. I can tell. “It’s too early to argue with you.”
“Now, how would you know it’s early? You didn’t let me look at a watch.”
“Outsmarted,” he says morosely. Bends his head to kiss my neck. “Are you as warm as me?”
“Yes,” I say, and hook my leg over his hip. It does nothing to keep either of us cool.
“I hate the city on days like this,” he murmurs against my skin. “Do you have any plans this weekend?”
“No, not really.”