“Thanks. I’ll be right there.”
He peeks from the door of his bathroom. ”Abby, I place a shirt and boxers in the bed. Come down when you’re done, okay?”
“Thanks.”
I dress in his shirt and his boxers. I go down and find his large and furnished kitchen with copper-walled, dark-colored cabinets and cupboards, crystal worktop, wine climate, and remote control operating appliances.
“Hey. Come here. I don’t know what you like to eat, so I order some on the menu for us.”
I close our distance and kiss him on his lips.
“If you will keep doing that, I might not let you go. I want to have you all by myself.” He kisses my forehead and rubs my back.
“This isn’t some, Seb. These could feed the whole building.” We sit together on his crystal dining table in front of the whole bunch of food from ste
