He pretty much cheated with dinner. All he had to do was sprinkle cheese over the quesilladas and put them in the oven to warm up; loaded with chicken, chili, and tomato. At least he knows what I like. I guess stalking has its upside. He comes to stand behind me, pulling me back against his chest with a heavy arm over my shoulders, under my chin. “I should have known you'd drink Arrogant Bastard.” “You gotta love the irony.” My Arrogant Bastard beer is lifted out of my hand, and placed on the table next to the telescope. My body is still buzzing with a sated hum. Turned by insistent hands, he walks me back against the window, running his thumb over my mouth, hooking my bottom lip down. Popping my pulse into my ears, he lowers his head, kissing me as he lifts me off the floor in a hug. With him wrapping my legs around his waist, he walks away from the pyrotechnics outdoors, into the darkness of a passage.
