I have a hat for it, actually.” Elliott made a vague gesture with one hand. “Well, it’s more of a full-body suit, really.”
“Is that a euphemism for a condom?”
“No.” He marched past me and lay down on the bed. “My mother knitted me a willy-warmer a few years back when we were having a cold stretch. She felt I wasn’t like to produce the grandchildren she desires if I had as she put it, frost-shriveled parts.
She was thinking of his mouth on hers. Which seemed only fair since he’d given a lot of thought to the same thing.
You’re the only one I’ve ever been able to open up to like this. See, there you go. Another sign. And damn it, I don’t believe in signs like this, but they all point to you. I wish I’d opened up a lot more to you in the past, but I never wanted to bombard you with my crazy life. So I always focused on you.
I slump in my chair, thinking how a narcotic party of one is no party at all.
He shivered beneath her touch, and his jaw clenched. It pleased her. Her longing rose to the surface, and an unfamiliar emotion overcame her. It swam beneath her skin, lighting little flickers of recognition. It was the same heat-the same feeling-that had made her run the night before. Not this time, though. This time she would own it. Embrace it. Ride it. Enjoy it.
Let’s get you into a room and conduct our own chemistry experiment,” he said against my lips.
“Or maybe we’ll just find a table to bend you over, since chemists do it on a table… periodically.”
“Mmm. I love it when you talk nerdy to me.
Sometimes the clouds weren’t weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn’t mean it wasn’t scary, or that I wasn’t still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I’d be alright.
Porque el cielo siempre es bonito. Incluso cuando está nublado y llueve, es maravilloso mirar al cielo. Es mi cosa preferida porque sé que si alguna vez me pierdo o estoy asustado, solo tengo que mirar hacia arriba y siempre estará ahí pase lo que pase… y que siempre será precioso.
And here I thought I’d get by on my charm and good looks.”
“That’ll get you a first date. It won’t get you a second one with anyone who’d be suitable.” When he laughed, she look up from her notes. Holy hell, the man had laugh lines to rival his little brother’s. Then what he’d said hit her. “My God, did you just make a joke?”
“It’s been known to happen.