“As if I’d leave after this.”


    He chuckles. The sound stops abruptly as I flex my muscles around him, experimenting.


    “I’m trying to perform here,” he tells me. “Note before I’ve hardly begun.”


    I run my hand down to his hip, fingers curving over his strong muscles. They flex with each thrust. “I thought I was staying the night?”


    He makes a low groan and speeds up. There’s no more talking after that, only our bodies moving, and I’m so attuned to his pleasure and the rapid beating of his heart that I’m right there with him when he falters. His body bes taut, a bow strung tight, and I lock my arms and legs around him.


    After a few deep breaths, he rises on to his arms as if to move away. I pull him down again.


    He chuckles weakly. “That’s the way it is, huh?”


    “Yes.” I close my eyes against his shoulder. He’s warm, and big, and the weight isfortable. “You know, I’ve been reading about those weighted nkets people use to sleep better? I think I understand the hype now.”


    Carter breaks my hold and lifts himself up, golden eyes meeting mine. He grins. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”


    “The thought just hit me.”


    He kisses me for a long while, and when he leaves, I don’t stop him. He walks into the ensuite with the condom and I turn over on my side, watching him.


    “Your mind is a mysterious thing,” he says.


    “That’s why you like me, isn’t it? Because I’m mysterious.”


    “Tall, dark and handsome,” he says with a wink and settles back on the bed. “Come here and let me weigh you down a bit more.”


    My first thought when I wake up is that I’ve overslept. I’mte for work, and I’m going to have to run for the subway. The second is a prayer that Jonah isn’t hogging the shower.


    But then I register the softness of the sheets, and my sprawl on a much-too-big bed. The room I’m in is beautiful and only faintly familiar. Dark gray colors with arge wooden dresser in a corner. An art piece hangs above it that vaguely resembles steel bars.


    I’m in Carter’s bedroom.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    He’s not in bed, either, but the sheets smell like him. I pull them up to my nose and take a deep breath. Linen, soap, and cologne. Beneath the fluffy downforter, I wiggle my toes.


    We’ve slept together. Twice, too. And it had been some of the best sex of my life. I smile beneath theforter, feeling giddy and shy and well-rested.


    I hear a sound from the ensuite. A tap turns on, and then off. The door opens and Carteres into view.


    He’s running a towel over his hair. He’s only in a pair of cks, his wide chest and abs on fully disy. He looks even better in daylight.


    He catches me watching him. “You’re awake?”


    I nod.


    “Slept well?”


    I nod again.


    “Lost your voice there too, kid?”


    I pull down theforter and shake my head. “No. Just overwhelmed.”


    “Overwhelmed,” he says with a smile. “By my handsomeness?”


    That makes me chuckle. “Yes.”


    “Well, when you feel like you’vee to your senses, I’ll be in the kitchen with breakfast.” His smile turns crooked and he nods to the bathroom. “There are fresh towels in there. Help yourself to anything you find.”


    After my shower, I steal one of his shirts. My clothes are in his living room and while I don’t think he’d mind, I’m not about to parade through his apartment stark naked.


    Carter is sitting at the kitchen table. He’s reading the newspaper, spread out in front of him, arge hand gripping either side. His hair is half-dried and his eyes focused on the article in front of him.


    My heart squeezes painfully at the sight. Mine, I think.


    He lowers the paper. A slow smile spreads across his face when he sees what I’m wearing.


    “You said I could help myself to anything,” I say.


    “So I did… I approve wholeheartedly.”


    I catch sight of the spread on the kitchen table. Croissants, fresh orange juice, a fruit tter, fried eggs, bagels. Something that looks like… an a?ai bowl?


    “What’s all this?”


    “Breakfast,” he says.


    “You didn’t… did you make this?”


    He chuckles. “What, you doubt my skills? After the gourmet meal I served you yesterday?”


    I sit down on the chair opposite him. “I doubt.”


    “You’re right to. This is from a brunch ce down on Seventh Avenue. I ordered in.”


    “It looks delicious.”


    He folds the newspaper into a neat square and sets it down. He has two of them, I see now. The Globe and its sister publication in DC. “Dig in,” he says and reaches for his cup of coffee.


    I pour myself a ss of orange juice and pull my knees up beneath me. Rest my head in my hand and just look at him. An odd shyness creeps over me. Seeing each other like this, the day after, feels intimate in a different way thanst night had.


    I watch him, the casual T-shirt, the strong arms. He’s cutting a bagel in two and it’s so ordinary, yet so extraordinary, that Iugh.


    Carter looks up. “What?” he says, but he’s smiling too.


    “I can’t believe we had sexst night.”


    “As in, I’d never do it again?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Or as in-“