Grabbing his coffee mug, he didn’t sit opposite her, he came around and sat at the place beside her, but he pulled his chair closer to hers and sat side on again, still facing the windows.
“You hate windows,” she said. This was the worst place in the world for him to be if he had a window or sunlight phobia.
“I just want to be closer to you, baby,” he said, but he wasn’t even looking at her, he was studying the uncovered windows further down the wall. He closed one eye and she touched his forehead, sweeping her hand in a crescent around his face to his chin.
Hoping to alleviate his concern, she made a suggestion. “Do you want to go back into the bedroom? There’s only one window and it has a curtain. The sunlight won’t bother you.”
“If we go in there, we’ll f**k, and we don’t have time
