Page 54 of Book Boyfriend
I nod.
“You aren’t a morning person, are you?”
“No, but apparently you are.”
He smiles. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please. What time is it?” I sit up and he hands me a cup.
“It’s a little after six. I have to be on set by seven.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll get up and drive you.” I slide my legs out the side of the bed and remember I’m only wearing his shirt and my underwear when the cold air hits my legs.
“No, I can Uber. I’m sure you need to get to work too.”
I nod and slide back under the covers.
He watches me briefly and then walks over to the closet and starts putting on a button-down shirt. “Sorry I got so drunk last night.”
I smile. “It was interesting.”
“I came on pretty strong, huh?”
“You were hard to resist.”
“Oh yeah?” He slides onto the bed and over to me. “Then why did you?”
“Because I wanted you to remember our first time.”
“I remember everything from last night.”
“Okay, I wanted you to be fully present.”
“Hmm . . . you may have me on that one. But it was still fun. Thank you for staying. It was nice waking up to you.”
He’s doing that smoldering thing again and I want to kiss him, but I’m certain my morning breath would wilt his eyeballs. I smile and sip my coffee. “So, there’s this thing on Saturday.”
“What thing?” he asks as he puts on his socks.
“I’m a big supporter of this charity group that raises money for autism awareness. Anyway, once a year, they have a benefit gala and auction. It’s this Saturday. I usually go alone every year, but I was wondering—”
“I’m in.”
“What makes you think I was going to ask you to go with me?”
“Weren’t you?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“Then I’m in. What time does it start?”
“Seven.”
He pulls out his phone and starts flipping through emails. “Shit. Well, I’m working that day, but I should be done by five. That’s okay, right?”
I nod and straighten the sheets.
“What’s wrong?”
