“Never,” he professes. “I’d have your legs in the air in a heartbeat again but I’ve got a business meeting I’m already going to be late for.”
“Exactly. Plus there’s always later.”
“What are you doing today?” he asks as he sits on the bench at the foot of the bed and puts on his shoes.
“I’m meeting Jess in a couple of hours,” I reply. “We’re going for lunch at the mall.”
“The mall?” he repeats. “Why the mall? There are so many places for you to eat.”
“We like hanging out at the mall and watching people.”
“There are so many nicer restaurants uptown,” he points out.
“And you can take me to them but Jess and I are going to the mall.”
I sense he wants to argue but he doesn’t. Instead, he gets to his feet, takes me by the back of my neck and kisses me. Hard. His hand reaches down to sli
