He still looked worried. “Options?”
“Yeah. I can make up for lost time, as you put it. Or I can just be thankful I’ve already got the most gorgeous, most lovable hunk in the world in my life.”
He grinned. “I’d caution you about the fallacy of the false dilemma, but I don’t really want you to consider that. I assume you have made your choice, and that’s why the nice wine?”
“Yeah, you read me too well, lover. I realized that I already had the guy I’d always dreamed of. I don’t need s*x with little blond guys or with anybody else as long as I’ve got you.” I took a sip of my coffee. “I do have you, right?”
“Try and get rid of me,” he said, grinning.
“Not bloody likely,” I said.
We never knew exactly what was going to happen when we went to bed, which is to say there was no agenda. That n
