Chapter 54 (9/24/16)

So sorry, guys!  Here it is!

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I was extra cheerful all day at work on Friday.  Even my boss noticed, commenting that I was way too peppy for the last day of a long week.  I shrugged and cheerfully answered the ringing phone.

Rachael had talked me into going out with her that night, and I was actually looking forward to it.  We left right from work, heading first to a nearby restaurant for a warm up drink and a couple appetizers.    

“I can’t believe Ryan is settling down,” Rachael said once we were seated and had ordered.  “I didn’t think I’d see that for awhile.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” I said, leaning back and shaking my head.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

She gave me a weird look.  “He’s basically your boyfriend now, right?”

“No!” I said, far too loudly for the quiet restaurant we were in.  “We’re dating now instead of just sleeping together.  But he’s not my boyfriend.”

“I thought you guys weren’t seeing other people,” she replied, looking confused.

“Well, we’re not.  I mean, I’m not, and he said he wasn’t, so I’m guessing he’s still probably not.”

Rachael looked at me like I was crazy.  “And would you be upset if he was seeing other people?”

I frowned.  “Well, I don’t know,” I said.  “It’s kind of hard to imagine how I would feel about something that isn’t a thing.” 

“You’re lying,” she accused me.  “I saw your face.  You would be upset if he was seeing other people.  So what’s with the weird resistance to being serious?”

“You know exactly what’s with my weird resistance to being serious,” I told her.  “I’m getting better, but I’m just not quite there yet.”

She pursed her lips and sighed.  “Just don’t lose something that could be awesome by being weird about it,” she warned me.

“I won’t,” I said, rolling my eyes.  “Trust me, I’m well aware of how amazing he is.  I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Good,” she said, satisfied. 

We finished up at that restaurant and then headed downtown.  I drove this time, since Rachael had driven the last couple times she dragged me out with her.  We picked one of the quieter bars and even managed to find a table. 

We were sitting for no more than 5 minutes—Rachael sipping a rum and coke and me with just a coke—when a pair of guys approached our table.  Her long, dark auburn hair and bright green eyes tend to have that effect. 

“Hi,” said the more attractive of the two, looking first at me, then at Rachael.  He smiled a disarmingly adorable smile that made me think of Ryan briefly. 

“Hi yourself,” Rachael said back, smiling flirtatiously.  I immediately assumed my role as her wing woman, grinning at the less attractive of the two. 

He returned my smile and said, “Can I get you a drink?”

“I’m driving,” I said, shrugging.  “Thank you, though.”

“Oh, you can have one,” Rachael said, giggling slightly.  “We’ll probably be here awhile.”

“What does she drink?”  SlightlyLessAttractive asked Rachael.

“Vodka tonics,” Rachael answered, ignoring my irritated glare. 

“Are you coming to the bar with me?” he asked me.  “Isn’t that like a thing?  For safety?” 

I was already tired of winging for Rachael, but her eyes were pleading with me, so I trudged up to the bar with the guy.  “Do I at least get to know your name?” I asked him, not making much of an effort to hide my irritation.

“Shane,” he said, holding out a hand to me.  I took it and shook it awkwardly, because it was weird.

“Jenna,” I said in return. 

“So nice to meet you, Jenna,” he said.  He ordered my drink and turned to me.  “Look, I’m kind of dating this girl, but my friend really wants to get laid.  I promise not to be creepy as long as we can pretend to be having a good time so he doesn’t worry about me, okay?”

“Deal,” I agreed, relieved.  He ordered me a drink and insisted on paying for it.  I took it, planning to nurse it for awhile.  We made our way back to the table, where Rachael and the other guy looked deep in conversation. 

Shane and I made small talk for the next hour while I slowly sipped my drink.  He was dreadfully boring but I pretended to be enthralled with him every time Rachael or the other guy (whose name I still didn’t even know) looked over. 

My phone, which was on the table, lit up with a text while Shane prattled on about work.  I glanced at it, seeing a text from Ryan that said, “Hope you have a good night, looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.” 

“Rachael is trying to get laid and I’m bored,” I texted back.   

Within minutes I got a picture back of Ryan’s shirtless torso, laying in bed.  “Too bad you’re not here instead,” the text under the picture read. 

“You’re evil,” I replied.  “You know I can’t resist your chest.” 

“Banking on it,” he texted back.  “Come over later.” 

I considered this briefly before responding, “Okay.  Might be late though.”

“Don’t care,” came his immediate response.  “I’ll be up ;) “

I tried to return my focus to Shane but my mind was wandering.  I was relieved when Rachael jumped up and said, “Come to the bathroom with me?”

I went and when we got there, she said, “How much would you hate me if I ditched you right now?”

“Not even a little bit, I’m heading to Ryan’s when we’re done,” I replied. 

“Then I’m ditching you,” she squealed.  “And you go get laid!”

“Be careful,” I warned her.  “Let me know you’re safe later.” 

“I will, I will,” she replied, rolling her eyes. 

I ducked into the bathroom stall to pee and while I was in there I took a clandestine picture of my cleavage, which I promptly to sent to Ryan with the message, “Be there shortly.”

I felt a little ridiculous sending him a picture of my cleavage in a bathroom stall, but that was forgotten as soon as Ryan opened his front door for me.  He didn’t say a word, just pulled me inside, shut the door, and shoved me up against it.  I groaned as he kissed me and pressed his hips against mine.  I could feel him hard against me and I wanted him now.  I reached for his shorts but he grabbed my hands and pressed them back against the door hard.  He moved his hips against mine, rubbing his erection against me.  “Ryan,” I groaned when he took his mouth off mine and moved it to my neck.  He nipped hard at my neck, making me gasp and squirm against him.  “Ryan, please,” I begged him, pushing my hips against his. 

“Please what?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me.

“Fuck me, damn it,” I demanded.

“If you insist,” he replied.  He turned me around to face the door, yanked my pants down, and shoved himself into me.  I yelped in surprise and pleasure and tried desperately to grab onto something, but there was nothing on the door to grab but the knob.  Instead, I braced my hands against the door as he roughly slammed into me over and over.  After he made me come once, he pulled away from me and grabbed my hand, leading me upstairs.  I was still half dressed, but I left my pants and underwear by the front door.

When we got to his room, he bent me over the edge of the bed and slid back into me.  Once he was settled inside me, he grabbed a handful of my hair, causing my back to arch.  He leaned down and kissed along my still-clothed back, and I found myself wishing I was feeling his lips on my skin instead of having a layer of fabric between.  He fucked me relentlessly until he came with a loud groan, falling forward and pinning my hips between his hips and the bed.  He caught himself with his hands, holding himself above me still, while he caught his breath.

When he finally pulled away from me, I crawled towards the pillows and happily collapsed against them.  Ryan was right behind me, folding himself around me and kissing the back of my neck.  “I didn’t think you’d actually come,” he said softly.

“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” I replied, still a little breathless.  I turned towards him and snuggled against his chest, tucking my head under his chin.

            Ryan was starting to say something else, but I was already drifting off to sleep.

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Chapter 53 (9/19/16)

Just a short one tonight.  The next one will be longer!

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I slept amazingly well and when my alarm went off I woke up refreshed for the first time in a really long time.  When I rolled over I accidentally smacked Ryan in the shoulder, and I jumped.  “Good morning?” he said, blinking sleepily at me.  “Why did you hit me?”

“Sorry,” I said, laughing and relaxing back against my pillow.  “I forgot you were here.  I’m not used to having someone else in my bed.”

“Get used to it,” he told me rolling over and wrapping an arm around me.  “In fact, get so used to it that you stay here with me all day.”

“All day?” I asked, chuckling.  “I can’t, I have to go to work.”

“Have to?” he asked.  “I think we need to revisit your definition of ‘have to’.”

            “I would love to stay here with you all day,” I admitted.  “But what if we spend Saturday night together and we can stay in bed as long as we want on Sunday?”

“Fine,” he agreed, mock grumbling at me. 

I stretched and climbed over him to get out of bed.  “Don’t get up on my account,” I said, as he sat up and yawned.  “You can stay in bed for awhile.”

“No, I’m awake,” he said.  “I just need a minute.”

I shrugged and walked to the bathroom to shower.  I was mid-shampoo when a corner of the shower pulled back and Ryan peaked in.  “Looking for a show?” I asked him.

“No, but you’re adorable covered in shampoo suds,” he replied, grinning.  “I came to find out what you want for breakfast.  I figured I could make you something while you get ready.  And sure, I admit it, it was a great excuse to come stare at you naked and wet for awhile.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I replied.  “But there are bagels and cream cheese in the fridge and that’s enough for me.”

“Got it,” he replied, then he disappeared. 

I finished my shower, dried my hair and threw on some makeup and clothes.  By the time I got downstairs, I had just enough time to eat and stop for coffee if I left really soon.  Ryan was dressed and in the kitchen when I got downstairs.  “This one is breakfast,” he said, handing me a Ziploc bag with a toasted bagel with cream cheese, “And this one is lunch.”  He handed me two Tupperware containers.  I raised my eyebrow at him curiously.  He shrugged.  “Just leftovers from last night, plus I threw together a salad.”

“I don’t have any idea why you’re so nice to me, but this time I’m not going to be a dick about it,” I said.  “Thank you.”

“I feel bad that you have to go to work and I don’t,” he said, shrugging.  “You made me dinner last night, the least I can do is throw some leftovers in a container for you for lunch.” 

“Okay, stop being nice to me so I can leave for work,” I said, shaking my head.  “Otherwise I’ll end up staying here after all and you’ll have packed my lunch for no reason.”

He laughed.  “Don’t get used to it or anything.  I was just feeling particularly nice this morning.”  He kissed my forehead as I took my food from him. 

“You know I’m never going to be able to keep up with all this niceness,” I warned him as we walked towards the door.

He stopped me and looked at me seriously.  “It’s not a competition,” he said.  “I’m not doing nice things for you so that you do nice things back for me.  I’m doing them because you deserve for someone to do nice things for you, and I kind of like you.”  Then he winked and continued to the door, leaving me to trail behind him.

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Chapter 52 (9/16/16)

Happy weekend all, and hello bonus post :) 

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When I got home from work the next day, I took a shower, shaved, moisturized, and then for good measure, put on a pretty lacy bra and panty set.  Over it, I pulled on a pair of leggings and a long sleeved shirt, intending for the pretty underwear to be a bit of a surprise beneath the otherwise boring clothes.

I had spent nearly an hour at work today surfing the internet and looking at recipes, trying to figure out something to make that might impress Ryan.  I realized that was a recipe for disaster (bad pun absolutely intended) and decided to stick with a delicious and simple chicken and vegetable pasta dish that I could make in my sleep.  I’d rather do a good job on something unimpressive than botch something impressive. 

Somehow, I managed to time everything pretty perfectly and was almost done when my doorbell rang.  I abandoned the kitchen and opened the door for Ryan.  He promptly held out both a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.  “What is this?” I asked.

“Well,” he said with smirk, stepping inside, “I can’t be sure, but from an initial examination it appears to be a bottle of wine and some very pretty flowers.”

I rolled my eyes.  “I agree with your assessment, Sherlock, and I thank you for your kind gesture.  Even though it’s completely unnecessary.”

“Well, back when I used to date, I always got flowers for them when I fucked something up.  I’m breaking that connection,” he informed me as he followed me into the kitchen. 

I laughed and set the flowers down so I could get a vase out.  I handed it to him.  “Can you take care of those for me while I finish this up?” I asked, gesturing at the stove.  “And I will gladly benefit from the fruits of your labor to make up for past idiotic behavior.” 

“Oh good, because I was starting to think you didn’t appreciate it,” he teased me.

I turned and made eye contact with him and told him seriously, “I absolutely do.  I just feel weird when men are nice to me, so I guess I act like a dick about it.”

He blinked in surprise and then said, “That was…enlightening,” he said.  Then he frowned and said, “And kind of awful, actually.”

“Well I didn’t say it to make you feel bad for me,” I said matter-of-factly.  Being blunt and to the point made me feel less weird about being vulnerable and saying things that were probably a little awkward.  “I just said it so you’d know.”  Then I turned back to the stove. 

Ryan didn’t say anything for a moment, and I fully expected the evening to take a weird turn.  I sighed softly to myself, wondering why I couldn’t just keep my mouth shut and appreciate things.  Then he said, “Do you have a corkscrew?” I pointed him towards the drawer that had it and he opened the wine, found glasses, and poured for us both.  He set my glass down next to the stove, then leaned against the counter, took a long drink of his wine, and said, “I know you’d like to move on and pretend that conversation didn’t happen, and I’m fine with that, but first I want you to know that I appreciate you telling me that.” 

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

“You’re very welcome,” he replied, leaning over and kissing my cheek.  “Now, feed me because I’m starving and this smells delicious.

I gave him a dirty look.  “Go sit down, bossy.”

“You’ve never complained about it before,” he said innocently.

“That’s because the only time you’re ever bossy is…” I trailed off, narrowing my eyes at him. 

He laughed. “In bed?” he asked with a smirk.

“Go sit down,” I said again.  With one last smirk and a wiggle of his eyebrows, he took his wine and sat down at my small table.  I got out plates and silverware and brought our dinners over to the table. 

Ryan inspected his plate.  “Doesn’t smell like poison,” he said, sniffing it.  “But the best poison never does.”

“Oh, and where did you learn so much about poison?” I asked him drily.

“A poison expert never shares his secrets,” he said seriously. 

I rolled my eyes, for at least the fifth time since I’d let him in.  “Of course he doesn’t.”

Ryan took a bite of his dinner and then nodded appreciatively.  “This is really good.”

“Thank you,” I replied.  “I told you I wasn’t an idiot in the kitchen.”

He chuckled.  “I never thought you were.”

When we finished dinner, Ryan helped me get the plates in the sink, but I waved off his offer to help me wash dishes.  “I’ll wash them later,” I said.

“Later when?” he asked.  “Because I have plans for you for the rest of the evening.”

“Oh, do you?” I asked coyly, smiling at him.  “What kind of plans?”

“These kind of plans,” he replied, crossing the distance between us in three steps, grabbing my face firmly, and kissing me hard.  I gripped the sides of his shirt tightly for several seconds before sliding my hands up his stomach and chest, then wrapping one around the back of his neck and pushing the other up into his hair.  I yelped in surprise when he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.  “We’re going upstairs,” he informed me.

“I am perfectly capable of walking upstairs, you know,” I pointed out from my unfortunate inverted position.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked, taking the opportunity to smack my ass.  “I kind of like you like this.”

When we got up to my room though, things were suddenly different.  He set me down carefully on my feet and kissed me gently, his tongue barely parting my lips.  “Are you nervous?” he asked, looking at me.

“Why?”

“I can feel your heart pounding,” he replied, pressing his hand tighter against my back. 

“Maybe a little,” I replied.  “It feels different this time.”

“Bad different?”

“No,” I said quickly.  “Not at all.  Just…different.  I don’t know.  More serious?  Like it means something?  It never meant anything before.  Or, at least it wasn’t supposed to.” 

Ryan let me ramble away, and then when I stopped, he kissed me.  “I think it’s good different,” he said decisively after pulling away.  Our eyes met briefly before we kissed again. 

We peeled clothes off as we kissed, and when I was down to my bra and panties Ryan took a step back and looked me up and down.  “Damn,” he said.  “I’m one lucky motherfucker.”  Then he pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, easily freeing me from my bra before concentrating his attention on my breasts. 

I moaned as he teased my nipples with his lips and tongue and eventually his teeth.  My hips seemed to grind against his of their own accord.  When he finally slid a hand into my panties, I groaned and moved my hips furiously against his fingers, trying to get some relief.  It had been far too long since we’d had sex.

“Point taken,” he murmured in my ear, sliding my lacy thong down my legs and positioning himself between them. 

“Yes,” I hissed when he pushed into me.  He worked himself slowly into me, sucking and nibbling at my neck the entire time. 

I have no idea how he managed to last as long as he did, but three positions and 4 orgasms later, I curled up against him, exhausted.  “I don’t think I could come again if I tried,” I groaned. 

“Is that a challenge?” he asked, his hand trailing up my inner thigh.

“Not really,” I replied, but I gasped when he began to stroke lightly between my legs.  “Ryan, I don’t think…” but I trailed off as he continued, switching between tight circles and smooth up and down strokes.  As it turned out, I was wrong, and Ryan was certainly up for the challenge. 

“That’s what I thought,” he said smugly, pulling me tightly against him. 

“I appreciate your competitive spirit,” I mumbled sleepily, burying my face in his chest.  He laughed.  I closed my eyes, listening to his heart rate slow back to normal as we lay tangled together in the dark. 

Several minutes later, I forced my eyes open.  I was so sleepy.  “Are you staying?” I asked him. 

“I’d like to,” he replied.  “If that’s okay with you.”

“As long as you’re ready to behave yourself so we can both get some sleep,” I said, laughing.  “I have to work tomorrow, and I assume you do too.”

“I don’t, actually,” he said.  “But I’ll keep my body parts to myself so you can sleep.”

I got up to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth, but I glad to climb back into bed with Ryan when I was done.  I had never been a cuddly sleeper, but I didn’t even mind too much when he rolled onto his side and wrapped his arm around me.  I didn’t have long to think about it, because I quickly dropped off to sleep.

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Chapter 51 (9/14/16)

Surprisingly, I barely even noticed Ryan was gone the next few days.  My dance classes started back up that evening, and then I had plans with Emma and Grace on Friday, and Erica and Kelly on Saturday afternoon.  I was too busy to miss Ryan.

I had been seeing Grace every couple weeks since the cookout that started this whole Ryan mess, and I was really glad to have her back in my life.  I hadn’t seen Emma, Rayne, Sam, or any of the guys since the cookout, though.  I wasn’t too sad about not seeing the guys (except maybe Justin), but I wouldn’t have been mad about spending a little more time with Rayne, Sam, and Emma. 

So I was definitely looking forward to having dinner with Grace and Emma on Friday.  We met at a newer restaurant after work and got drinks and a couple appetizers to share right away.  “Okay,” Emma said, looking at me as soon as our drinks came.  “First of all, I haven’t seen you in forever and that’s not okay.  Second of all, I need to clear something up and find out what the heck happened between Kevin and your guy at Justin’s party.”

“What?” I asked, confused. 

“Charlie said that the guy you brought—I’m sorry, I can’t remember his name—got in Kevin’s face and was a total dick to him.  And seeing as that guy—what was his name?”

“Ryan,” I said.

“Yes!  Seeing as Ryan was basically the nicest man I’ve ever met in my life, I know that what Charlie said Kevin said happened wasn’t true.”

I rolled my eyes.  “It’s definitely not true.  Kevin confronted me just before we left and was pretty nasty to me.  When I tried to walk away from him, he grabbed me and Ryan wandered over, told him perfectly calmly that he didn’t appreciate Kevin putting his hands on me, and then we left.” 

“I don’t think even Kevin knows his lies from his truths anymore,” Grace said.

“What truths?” Emma replied.  “I don’t think he has any.”  They both looked at me for some reason and I shrugged.  “Well, I definitely don’t want to make you talk about your ex-husband all night.  Tell us about this guy!”

I cautiously told them a little about Ryan.  At this point it had been over a month since the party and so I had to be careful about what I said, since Ryan had told people we were dating at the time.  I felt shady as hell, especially given the conversation we’d just had, but with their connection to Kevin, I didn’t need anything weird getting back to him.

I made it home at a fairly reasonable time still, and fell right into bed.  I definitely was not fully recovered my night of little sleep earlier in the week.  I envied people who could survive on 5 or 6 hours of a sleep a night (or less!) but I was definitely more of an 8-9-or-maybe-even-10 girl.

On Saturday I went shopping with Erica and Kelly.  Erica was doing a little redecorating and I picked up a few fun things for my house too.  Then we had a long dinner together.  It might sound silly, but I had been so worried they’d stop hanging out with me after my divorce.  Not because of anything I did, but we had gone through a lot of life stages together.  We’d all gone to college together, lived in the same dorm, and then later in the same apartment.  We’d gotten into serious relationships around the same time, and gotten married around the same time.  I suddenly didn’t have any life things in common with them, and I had been terrified that would have a major impact on our friendship.  I definitely felt silly now for thinking that.

By Sunday afternoon, I was starting to get antsy for Ryan to be back.  I felt ridiculous, and also a little confused.  How had I gone from not wanting anything to do with him to wanting him back right now?  Of course, I had never actually not wanted anything to do with him, but I had been completely prepared to walk away from him.  I distracted myself by going for a run, cleaning my house, and taking a nap, which seemed like an excellent use of a Sunday!

I was able to distract myself quite effectively Monday and Tuesday, but when I saw a text from him light up my phone screen on Wednesday afternoon, I actually got butterflies.  “You are a ridiculous crazy person,” I muttered to myself, making myself finish my current task before I read the text. 

Five minutes later, I grabbed my phone and unlocked the screen.  Ryan’s text said, “Guess who’s back?  Will you come over tonight?  I’ll make dinner.”  I grinned as I responded, “I’d love to.  What time do you want me?”  I went back to work as I waited impatiently for a response.  Finally, my screen lit up again.  “Want you for what? ;)  There are a few things I’d love to have you for right now… but for dinner, how about 6:30?”  “6:30 is perfect,” I replied.

The afternoon dragged now that I was looking forward to seeing Ryan tonight.  It didn’t help that work was slow and I didn’t have enough to keep me occupied.  When I knocked on the door at 6:30 sharp, it took a minute for Ryan to open the door, and when he did, he had a large knife in his hand. 

“I will take that hint and go,” I said, pretending to turn and leave.

Ryan laughed.  “You’d better get that sexy ass back here, because I missed it.”

“Just my ass?” I asked, pouting as I stepped inside.

“Absolutely not,” he replied, leaning down to kiss me.  “I missed all of you.  And I’m happy to see you.”

I followed him into the kitchen, where he set the knife down and then wrapped his arms around me.  I sunk into the familiar hug, leaning into his chest and burying my face in his partially unbuttoned, wrinkled dress shirt.  “I’m happy to see you too,” I said, when we separated.  “Even if you do look like a homeless person.”  I regarded his dress shirt, athletic shorts, and black dress socks skeptically.  “This is a new look for you, and I’m not so sure about it.”

“Yeah, I was in the process of changing, and then realized I needed to start dinner, and I was going to finish changing at some point but then I just kind of forgot.”  He yawned and shrugged.  “I’m really jet lagged.”

“I bet.  You know you didn’t have to cook tonight, right?”

“You don’t have the knife, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” he replied, pointing the knife at me from across the island. 

I snorted.  “I wouldn’t dream of telling you what to do,” I replied.  “You wouldn’t listen anyway.  Even if I did have the knife!”

“That’s probably true,” he replied, grinning. 

We kept up our typical banter while he finished up dinner.  He poured me a glass of wine and wouldn’t let me help, so teasing him was the least I could do.  He wasn’t as quick with his wit as usual, and I could tell he was tired. 

Despite Ryan’s obvious jetlag, dinner was amazing.  He had also made dessert, which I barely had room for, but was glad I ate anyway.  “Have I ever told you how hot it is when guys are good cooks?” I asked him as I helped him clean up.

“Yeah, I think a couple times,” he replied with a laugh.  He came up behind me as I was rinsing plates to put them in the dishwasher and wrapped his arms around my waist.  “But you can tell me as many times as you want, I don’t mind,” he said softly, before dropping his lips down to kiss and nibble on my exposed flesh where my neck and shoulder met.  I groaned softly and leaned back against him, and he reached forward and turned off the water.  I let him nip along my neck until he put his hands on my hips and turned me around. 

Just as our lips were about to meet, he yawned.  And then he yawned again.  “Ryan,” I said gently, pushing on his hips to separate us a little.  “I think maybe your evening would be better spent sleeping.”

“I’m fine,” he insisted stubbornly.  He lowered his lips again, nudging my head to the side so he could kiss along my neck.  I let him until he yawned again. “Okay, maybe you’re right,” he groaned into my shoulder.  “If I’m too tired to focus on the beautiful woman in front of me, I should probably get some sleep.  But I’m looking forward to someday having sex with you again.”

I laughed.  “Well, I’m looking forward to that to, but I’d prefer not to have sex with the zombie version of you.  How about this?  I’ll cook dinner for you tomorrow.  All you have to do is show up and be impressed by my culinary skills.”

He raised a skeptical eyebrow.  “You can cook?”

I gasped indignantly.  “Of course I can cook!” I said.  “I mean, if I had to choose a better cook between the two of us, you win.  But I’m not going to inadvertently poison you, or feed you flavorless mush.”

“I’m just teasing you, Jenna,” he said, chuckling.  “I’d love for you to make dinner for us.”  He pressed a gentle kiss against my forehead, which made me want to melt into a puddle on the floor.  

“I like that,” I said.

“What?” he asked.

I blushed furiously, not even realizing I’d spoken out loud.  “Nothing,” I replied. 

“Knock it off and tell me,” he said.

Blushing even brighter, I mumbled, “When you kiss my forehead.”

“Well, I don’t know why you’re embarrassed, but that’s good to know,” he said, before gently tilting my chin up and kissing me lightly on the lips.  “Alright, get out of here before I drag you to bed with me anyway and embarrass myself when I’m too tired to get it up.”

I laughed and shook my head.  “You’re…something else.”

“And you like it,” he replied, smirking.

“Yeah, something like that,” I said.  One more kiss and I was out the door.

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