Page 10 of Why Not Both?

“A one-night stand? Not if I can help it.” I slide my hands down her back and grip her hips, pulling her over me, letting her feel the erection that had grown since we woke.

She gasps and laughs, settling down on my chest, her hands folded under her chin as she looks at me through golden lashes. At some point last night, she’d gone to the bathroom and washed off all her makeup. She looked just as fucking gorgeous without it as she had with it.

“A couple problems with going for breakfast,” she says. “My shirt is all wrinkled. I left my jacket at the bar and it’s going to be pretty cold out there this morning. And I don’t exactly have the right shoes for anything other than clubbing.”

“I can easily fix the first two for you. The shoes… you may have to suffer.”

I give her a lingering kiss before shifting her off me and grabbing some clothes from my closet and dresser. I hand her a plain white t-shirt and my black Evil Dead hoodie.

“I don’t care much about the t-shirt, but that’s my favourite hoodie,” I say. “I expect it back.”

“Maybe.”

She sends me a mischievous smile and pulls them both on, not bothering with her bra. Now I want the t-shirt back as well, just to have something she’s worn against her bare skin. After we’re dressed, I gather the things she isn’t wearing, putting them in a backpack, then we head out and I lead her away from the water, promising the restaurant I’m thinking of isn’t far.

I lace our fingers together and it’s the most natural thing in the world. She looks amazing in my hoodie, her hair twisted up on her head, a riot of colours, her feet still in those fuck-me shoes.

“So have you figured out that quote yet?” I ask.

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye. “Not yet.”

“No Googling. That’s cheating.”

She places a hand over her heart. “I would never!” she says, in an intensely offended way that sounds familiar.

“Now you’re quoting.”

She grins at me and I realize I’m already gone for this woman.

We reach the restaurant and get seats within a few minutes. Lis’ phone rings and she answers, sending me an apologetic smile.

“Hey,” she says. “No, I’m fine. We’re just out for breakfast.”

Her face turns bright red, and she slides her gaze away from me, but the smile remains on her lips.

“I’m going to go now. I’ll talk to you later. Goodbye. I love you.”

She says the last as though she’s talking over the other person, then hangs up.

“Sorry. My sister.”

“You have a sister?”

“My identical twin,” she says, like I should already know. “She was at the bar last night.”

“There were two of you?” I should have noticed there was a second perfect looking woman at the table. How had I noticed Lis and not her sister? “What’s her name?”

“Daze.”

I blink a few times. “Lis and Daze? You must have pretty cool parents.”

She laughs. “They are, but not in the way you’re thinking. Lis and Daze are both shortened.”

“Shortened from what?”

She holds my gaze with a grin. “You can’t open the book of my life and jump in the middle. Like Woman, I am a mystery.”

I erupt into laughter and she laughs with me.

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