Page 87 of The Plus Ones
“Tonight.”
“Fair enough.”
“What are you doing?”
He stretches his arms out in front of himself. He’s at his computer and his hair is all mussed up, and I want to run my fingers through it and kiss his forehead. “I was just catching up on some work stuff. I should go to bed too, I’m beat. Hanging out with you for a week was exhausting.”
I puff out a laugh. “Right back at you.”
He grins. “How are you?”
“Awesome. Good. Okay. It was kind of weird coming home to an empty apartment. I was thinking about getting a pet, actually.”
“You want mine?”
“Kind of.”
“Because I can pretty much guarantee he wants you. Although I think he likes me more now because he can smell you on me.”
Good. Excellent! I’m going to lay all of your clothes out on your bed and roll around on them so you can smell like me all day every day and everyone will know that you’re mine.
“That’s sweet. But we aren’t allowed to have dogs in this building, remember? I could get a cat, though.”
“Well, how’s that going to play out when you move in with Jackpot and me?”
I drop my phone facedown on the duvet so he can’t see me blushing and giggling like an idiot.
“I know you’re smiling right now,” I hear him say through the phone speaker. “You might as well let me see you.”
I pick up the phone again and sigh. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“I hate being alone in bed now.”
“Come over.”
“There’s a blizzard outside.”
“I’ll come over.”
“No, you shouldn’t leave Jackpot. Can we move dinner tomorrow up to lunch?”
“Fuck lunch. Let’s meet somewhere for breakfast.”
“The place I want to go to isn’t open for breakfast.”
“You would rather wait five extra hours to share a meal with me than eat at some other restaurant? We can do breakfastandlunch. And dinner. I’ll reschedule everything and meet you anywhere.”
“To be honest, I’m afraid I won’t want to go to the office if I see you in the morning.”
“Now that’s more like it,Ute. It’s on. Lunch tomorrow. Where are we going?”
“I will text you the location in the morning.”
“I don’t need to make a reservation?”
“I’ll do it. One o’clock?”
