He looked amused. “And what exactly did any of you have to say about my penis? None of you have seen it.”
I threw up my hands. “I know! It was a lot of conspiracy theories mostly.” I unbuckled myself and turned to him with my knees on the seat. “There’s a rumor that it’s huge. You don’t have to tell me—blink once if it’s true—but you don’t have to tell me.”
He laughed and got out of the car. I watched him come around and open my door. I practically tumbled out.
“All right, come on,” he said, gathering me to my feet. “Can you walk?”
I shrugged. “If I trip, I’ll just turn it into a sexy dance.”
He was grinning. “I’m keeping Grace for an extra few hours until you sober up. Can you hang on to me if I carry you?”
I rubbed my nose. “Yup.”
He turned around, and I jumped up onto his back.
He carried me into the building and took the stairs. At a jog.
Three flights up and he wasn’t even out of breath. I could only imagine the endurance this man would have in bed—seriously, I could only imagine it. I’d never been with someone with a body like his.
I giggled as Adrian piggybacked me down the hall. “Hey, can we go to my apartment before we go to your place to get Grace? I wanna show you something.”
“Sure.” He stopped at my door and dug for his keys while I hung off him like a monkey.
I loved that he had a key to my apartment. Not just so he could come in and save me from the ceiling fan or do unannounced birthday cleanings, but because I loved that there were no closed doors between us. Not really. Not physically or otherwise. He knew everything there was to know about me. He knew about my shitty family—he even knew I was worried I might be sick. And here he was anyway.
When he got the door open, he carried me to the sofa, turned, and set me down.
“All right,” he said. “What do you want to show me?”
“Sit,” I commanded, tugging at the pocket of his pants.
He smiled and sat next to me, and I reached for the lamp to turn off the lights. A hundred glowing stars beamed down on us from the ceiling.
“Wow,” he breathed.
“I know, right?” I turned to him in the dark. “Did you ever have these growing up?”
He laughed a little. “Yeah. I think they were still up there in my old room at my mom’s house right up until they sold it.”
“Why do grown-ups stop doing things like this?” I asked, lolling my head to look back at the ceiling. “Why do we forget?”
“It’s not very sophisticated. I think I’d have some explaining to do if I brought a woman home and this was the ceiling in my bedroom.”
“Oh my God. I would love if a man brought me home and this was the ceiling in his bedroom. I’d be way more excited to have sex with him.”
I could feel him look at me. “Really? You think these are available on Amazon Prime?”
I giggled. “Just so you know, I’m not having sex with you just because I come over and you have glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling.”
“Is there anything you will have sex with me for? I’d like to get started on it.”
I laughed. Well, that was flirty. Not his usual MO. He never said stuff like this to me.
He was kidding, of course.
I wished he weren’t.
He looked back to the stars. “If this view had a soundtrack, what do you think it would be?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I feel like there’d probably be a pretty epic saxophone solo. A little jazz break in the middle?”
He laughed. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
I shrugged. “My inner monologue is like a hundred open tabs. You should hear the things I don’t say.” Then a mischievous smile crept across my face. “Adrian?”
“Yes?”
“Can I touch your six-pack?”
He snorted. “What?”
I turned on the light and blinked at him innocently. “I’m serious. I’ve never touched one before and yours is really nice. It’s sorta on my bucket list.”
He laughed. “Sure?”
I clapped excitedly and he lifted the bottom of his shirt and sat back into the sofa. I tucked my legs under me and bit my lip, looking down at his body.
A trail of hair descended down into the top of his pants. I don’t know why, but this was even hotter than the abs.
I held my breath as I started brushing my fingers over his stomach, tracing along the ridges of his muscles. Then I flattened my palm and ran it over his warm skin. I practically shuddered from the contact.
I’d never been this attracted to someone. Ever. And it wasn’t just physical—it was everything. I loved his steadiness and confidence, his gentleness with Grace. He was generous and kind and protective of the people he cared about. He was intelligent and funny and loyal—and he made me want to do things to him.
I wanted to plunge my hands into his pants, straddle his lap, and kiss him. Feel him go hard underneath me, let him take my clothes off. I could picture him pushing me onto my back on this sofa, sliding over me. I could almost feel the weight of him between my legs…
The tip of my pinky finger slipped under the waist of his pants as I canvassed his skin and he cleared his throat. “Okay, we’re going to have to stop that here or we’re gonna have problems.” He sat up and tugged his shirt over his stomach.
I swallowed hard, trying to play off how out of breath I was. “What kind of problems?”
“You know what kind of problems.”
I blushed, sitting back down next to him, feeling somewhat triumphant. I don’t think sober me would have had the wherewithal to look so pleased with herself for almost giving my neighbor a boner, but drunk me was thrilled.
“Hey,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Thank you for tonight. You gave me the perfect day today. It was perfect. Jaxon Waters sang happy birthday to me. How did you know what I’d like?”
He studied me quietly for a moment. “Because I know you. I know what’s important to you,” he said, holding my eyes. “Content for your channel so you can keep raising money for ALS research. Good food. Once-in-a-lifetime experiences.”
I smiled at him gently.
“I’m so lucky I know you,” I said quietly.
He paused for a moment. “I feel the same way. Like my life was a stuffy room, and you’re the breeze that came in when the window opened.”
We peered at each other…then he slid a warm hand over the one I had on the sofa between us. It zinged through me like lightning.
He was touching me!
Adrian almost never touched me—and when he did, it wasn’t like this.
I dropped my eyes to our hands and when I looked back up, his gaze had moved to my lips.
Oh my God…
Oh my God, he wanted to kiss me!
I immediately thought about how much he’d had to drink. Not a lot, right? Because I couldn’t even wrap my brain around the idea that he wanted me, in any way, unless there was something screwing with his decision making. But he did look like he was thinking about it.
How much had I had to drink? Was I misreading this?
My heart was pounding. His thumb started to move back and forth across the top of my hand like a reminder that it was there on purpose. I felt an invisible tug toward him, like there was a rope between us that both of us were pulling in.