I only had two windows in my flat but the view of the Thames made up for it.
“Morning, lovey,” he chirped, placing the latte and the muffins in front of me before kissing the top of my head, visibly unaffected by my grumpiness.
“Hmph.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t let myself in because I was hoping you’d had wild sex with a hunky man and you’d both still be naked in the middle of the room.”
“Why would we?” I moved on my chair and blushed. I could still feel Colton inside me.
“Oh, you’re blushing!” Ethan clapped his hands with excitement. He took the seat across from mine, resting his chin on his hand.
“Tell me everything!”
I felt the heat on my cheeks as my blush deepened at the flash images of all the depraved things I’d done the night before. “Ethan.” I was not even sure I could tell him everything.
“Come on, you followed the doctor’s orders and lived a little! One-night stands are nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You’re a Podiatric Surgeon, Ethan. You’re not medically trained.”
“So what? I have a doctorate in advanced clinical practice. I’m aliteraldoctor.” He nudged my leg under the table with a grin on his face. “Come on, fess up. For once, you’re the one with the good stuff.”
I looked at his hazel eyes shining with excitement and his mop of blond hair that was falling seemingly carelessly on his forehead. I knew that he’d probably spent over an hour in his bathroom perfecting the devil-may-care look. I rolled my eyes. I could not stay grumpy when he was around me; he was my ray of sunshine.
“Fine.”
His grin widened and he leaned forward on the table with anticipation.
I took a long, slow sip of my latte just to rile him up and finally told him what had happened the previous night, even the part that made my stomach squeeze with self-consciousness.
“Damn, that’s… wow.” He nodded. “That’s quite a lot for a first one-night stand, you know? I’m not sure any after that would ever compare.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think I’m built for it. It will probably be the last one for me, sorry.” I picked a bit of muffin between my fingers and put it in my mouth.
“Don’t be sorry, at least you tried.” He took a bite from his croissant. “And did he?” he asked, his mouth full.
“What?”
“Destroy you for other men.”
I squeezed my legs together, still feeling him inside me so many hours later—almost still feeling the light buzzing of the earth-shattering orgasms he’d given me.
“I think so.”
“Damn… How big was he?”
“Ethan!”
“What?” He shrugged. “I always tell you—I even send you pics sometimes.”
I grimaced. “Yes, you do, and I’ve already talked to you about oversharing.”
He crossed his arms. “Come on, babe, don’t hold information from me. I promise not to send you any more dick pics from my lays.”
That was a genuinely good trade-off. “Bigger than any men I’ve slept with.”
“All three of them?” he added sarcastically. He snorted, bridging his forefinger and thumb close together. “No offense, lovey, but I’ve seen Damian in the showers at the gym and it wasn’t something to write home about.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Damian was my scummy ex-boyfriend—a man I’d invested three years in just to catch him red-handed four months before, balls deep in his fifty-eight-year-old stepmother.