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“Love.” With that one word, he tries to unravel everything, I think, but I push back.
“I don't need a government contract to prove that I love you.” As I say the words, I freeze. “I, uh, mean the general you, not you you.”
He chuckles. “No need for the clarification. I'm not going to get weird about that. And I can't really judge. I only have one friend, Hunter.”
I lift both shoulders; I’m not about to judge his life choices. “Some people do just fine on their own in life.”
“You're the first person to say something like that.” His eyes sparkle and I can't help but think that I've said the right thing.
We smile at one another for a brief moment, then I lean in and press my lips to his.
Before I can deepen the kiss, like I so desperately want to do, or drag him off to his room, there's a knock at the door.
“That must be the food,” Michael says as he stands up and makes his way to the door. I watch him go, feeling incredibly lucky. He’s amazing and we just click so well.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, waiting patiently for him to come back to the couch. But before I can check anything, I hear him talking to the delivery person at the front door. She sounds like she’s flirting, and I slip off the couch and creep closer, curious how he’s going to handle this.
“Thank you so much for your order. I'm sorry it took a little longer. It was tough to find the place. I’m new.”
“No problem. Thank you.” Michael sounds polite, yet distant.
The woman at the door doesn't seem to get the hint, though. “So, are you alone tonight?” There's no mistaking the flirtatious tone of her voice.
A little smile curves the corners of my lips. She has no idea what she’s getting herself into.
“I'm not alone tonight. Thank you for the food.” He takes a step back and I see him hesitate. Given that he’s not swinging the door closed in her face, I’m assuming she took a step forward.
“Have a good night,” he says, clearly asking her to leave in a much more polite manner than I would. “My girlfriend is waiting for me,” he adds, and my heart warms. We haven't talked about using labels, but we both like to use them when we're trying to get out of being hit on.
I guess I'd better put him out of his misery.
I walk right up behind him, wrapping my hands around his stomach and chest. Rising up on tiptoe, I press my lips to his cheek, then ask him, “What’s taking so long, baby?” in a low purring voice.
I don't need to look at her to know that she's watching me with an expression of disgust and dislike. I honestly don't care how she feels about me. She shouldn't be here hitting on someone who is clearly not interested. That’s gross and weird behavior.
“I’ll be right there,” he says as he takes a step back. She lets out a disgusted grunt as he kisses me and leaves, giving me the opportunity to swing the door closed.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my lips.
“For what? I was wondering why food was taking so long,” I say in a teasing voice as I back off and sail back toward the living room. Michael follows me into the living room and puts the food on the coffee table before sitting beside me on the couch.
He wraps an arm around me and kisses me on the forehead. “I’m sorry about that. She was rude.”
“No, you don't apologize for other people's behavior. That's on her. You were amazing.” I lean in and kiss him on the lips, then pause, as if magnetized toward him again. “You are amazing,” I murmur, touching my lips to his again.
“You’re amazing too.”
“Now I think it's time to dig into the food.” I watch him as he unpacks the boxes and offers me a little paper sleeve with chopsticks.
“That sounds like a plan to me.” He studies me out of the corner of his eye. “Should we get plates or just eat it straight out of the containers like savages?”
“Why waste the dishes? It's not like I'm afraid of your germs now.” I take the little takeout box from his hand and open up the top. The second I see the shrimp and vegetables; I know that he is absolutely someone I need to keep in my life. “Okay, if yours is beef and broccoli, then we have a problem,” I say. My two favorite dishes are shrimp and vegetables and beef and broccoli.
With a smile, he opens his box.... and it's beef and broccoli.
Chapter Seventeen
Michael
