Clara hid the ketchup bottle behind two stacks of jelly and the small pitcher of syrup. “That sounds traumatic.”
A sound suspiciously close to a giggle escaped her mouth before she brought her forearm up and smothered it.
Josh smiled self-deprecatingly. “I told you it was dumb.”
“You were not kidding.” Clara’s smile was so bright, he expected all the fuses in the kitchen to blow at any moment. His chest tightened.
Talking to women had always been easy before. He liked them. They liked him. The math was simple.
Until now. There was nothing simple about Clara.
“You better take that story to your grave. No one outside my family knows, and they’re all gagged by extensive threats of blackmail.”
“You can trust me.”
With startling clarity, Josh realized that he could. This woman who never should have given him the time of day had arrived on his doorstep. His heart climbed into his throat.
“I scared you again,” Clara said. “I have to admit, if I had to guess which of us would go skittish after sex, I never would have picked you.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not usually like this.” Josh’s shoulder drooped. He had a reputation as a respectful bedfellow, sure. His partners counted on him to deliver a good time and a few laughs, but even with Naomi, no one expected any more of him.
“Tonight feels important.” He shook his head. “That sounded weird.” Any second she’d go running.
“No. I know what you mean.” She smiled shyly. “It felt like we caused some kind of cosmic shift by acting out of character.” Clara exhaled and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Let’s put these crayons to good use, shall we? Whoever draws the best caricature of the pair of us gets to assign the other the chore of their choice.”
“How loosely are we defining chore?” Lurid visions of Clara folding laundry in lingerie entered his mind.
Clara picked up the crayon closest to her and began to draw. “Use your imagination.”
Josh scooted farther under the table to hide his body’s reaction to the promise in her tone. His imagination was wicked.
Ten minutes later he dropped his own drawing implement. “Okay. Moment of truth.”
Clara added a final flourish and then came to sit beside him. “Which one is me?”
He quickly added green boobs to Clara’s stick figure.
She laughed and her arm brushed against his. Josh’s mouth went dry.
“I see you’ve gone for anatomical accuracy.”
He pointed to some key details in the illustration. “We’re on an adventure. You’ve got a telescope and a map. I have a sword because you’re the brains of the operation and we can’t afford to lose you to bandits.”
She bent closer to the table covering and her hair brushed along his forearm. “It looks like you’ve got two swords.”
“No. The one in my left hand is a baguette. In case we need a snack.”
“I have never met a man who loves baked goods as much as you do.”
Josh tapped his chin with his index finger. “And yet you still gave my body a ten out of ten.”
Her cheeks turned the delicate pink of cotton candy.
Kiss her, you idiot. You’re allowed now.
But what if she pulled away? What if the reason she was unusually calm was because she’d gotten a taste of him and decided not to go back for seconds?
He stood up abruptly and Clara straightened to follow suit. “Let’s see yours.”
They both shuffled over to her side of the table.
Her picture made his breath catch. She’d managed to use the broken crayons to create something beautiful.
“Are we swimming?”
“No.” She pointed to the blue swirls surrounding their cartoon images. “That’s the sky.”
“So we’re flying?” He took an embarrassingly large gulp as he reached out and traced the way she’d drawn herself tucked under his arm.
“I modeled it after Chagall. Often when he draws . . . lovers . . . they’re floating in each other’s arms. Caught somewhere between awake and dreaming.” She cleared her throat. “Like tonight.”
Josh’s pulse thundered in his ears and his voice came out reverent. “I’ve never heard of Chagall.”
Clara passed him a crayon. “This shade of blue reminded me of his work. It’s the crushed velvet of the night sky.”
“I have to tell you something,” he said, now holding his beating heart in his hands. Ready to confess that he wanted to be with her more than he’d ever wanted anything. The word love hovered on the tip of his tongue. He’d never done this before. Not when it mattered so much.
Her brows drew together and fear flashed across her face.
“Here you go.” Their server arrived with two plates brimming with waffles.
Josh awkwardly returned to his seat, his courage snuffed. He would tell her tomorrow. If she still wanted him in the morning light.
They finally left the café as Clara’s blue velvet sky broke to reveal the vivid orange of dawn. As the woman of his dreams waited by the door, Josh hastily ripped her drawing from the brown paper covering their table, tucked the folded square into his back pocket, and made a wish.
chapter twenty-nine
WHILE CLARA HADN’T become immune to the shock of watching writhing naked bodies, at least she could now do so without hiding behind her fingers. The teaser clips on her screen ranged from studious to steamy, with Josh and Naomi alternating narration. As moans of pleasure poured through her headphones, she crossed her arms over her nipples and hoped no one realized just how well their latest segment for Shameless worked.
Naomi’s videos always piqued her interest, but every time Josh’s voice came on Clara began to pant. When the man himself walked over to her makeshift desk at the studio, Clara’s stomach fluttered at the memory of the last time he’d caught her watching something steamy, the Googling that had started it all. As she hit pause, she resisted the urge to minimize the window on her computer.
“Is that the promo footage Naomi sent through? What do you think?” Josh pulled up a chair next to her. He had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down and the sight of the golden hair peppered across the sinewy skin of his forearms made her salivate. Had a human being ever looked so . . . edible? Sleeping with him last night had sent her body into an endless cycle of craving. She’d run around Toni’s event all day replaying memories and fanning herself before finally ducking out early to meet Josh at the studio.