Page 38 of Savannah Royals
“This was your brilliant idea.”
“I know. I just want to make sure I still have the ability to procreate after this.”
“I’d be doing the world a favor if you couldn’t,” I mumble, nestling my chin on his shoulder.
“Hilarious.”
My eyes slowly begin to adjust, making out the angular planes of Abe’s face and eyes. “Now what?”
“What do you mean,now what?”
“I mean, what are we going to do in here for nearly two hours, Abe?”
“I don’t know whatyou’regoing to do, but I’m going to catch some sleep.”
“You’re gonnasleep?” I ask, disbelieving. “In the middle of a job?”
“Yup.” He yawns mightily and tightens his arms around me. “I’m tired, you’re warm. Wake me in ninety minutes.”
I huff in annoyance but say nothing more. I try to sit still, but after only five minutes, my legs are already stiff. My adrenaline is pumping, endorphins running full throttle. How can Abe possibly sleep at a time like this? I could climb back up the chimney and dance on the rooftop naked.
“Abe?”
“Ya?”
“I’m bored.”
“Christ, Kat.” He opens his eyes.
“Play with me?”
“Playwith you? We’re in a fucking closet,” he hisses. “What could you possibly have in mind?”
“We could try…three times in one week?”
“You wanna start necking?” He’s dubious.
“I wanna dosomething.”
“Like make Paul’s ears bleed? Because, again, I’d like to retain my ability to procreate, and if Paul heard you ask that, he’d have my hide. And my front.”
“Paul doesn’t mind sharing me with you.”
“Paul only shares when he’s around to supervise.”
“Is that a no?”
He groans, shifting beneath me. “It’s not a good idea, Kat.”
“Okay. We can do something else then.”
“Like sleep?”
I shake my head. “I can’t sleep. You shouldn’t either.”
“All right,” he sighs. “You win.”
“I do?”
