A White Coat Is My Closet by Jake Wells

Author:Jake Wells [Wells, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 15

MONDAY morning I was still floating on a cloud. With the exception of my brief psychotic break, the evening with Sergio had been sensational. When he pulled me into the bedroom, I was greeted by the most romantic welcome imaginable. Soft music filled the room, and it was illuminated by antique wrought-iron candelabras on either side of the bed. Each held three pillar candles. The bedspread was folded neatly on the foot of the bed, and the mattress was covered in soft ivory sheets. We kissed, embraced, and slowly undressed each other. Just prior to pushing me down onto the bed, Sergio stood naked in front of me. I reached out, let my hand slide slowly down his chest, and just looked at him. Had I been able to make a wish, I would have wanted time to stand still in just that second. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Handsome, sexy, understanding, gentle, and, in that moment, inexplicably mine. The night was a torrent of passion.

When we finally did sleep, I felt like I had been put into a medically induced coma. I lay on my side with Sergio pressed firmly against my back, his arm wrapped around my chest to pull me tightly into him. I was exhausted. In Sergio’s hands, I had been inspired to reach sexual heights I’d never before even thought imaginable. It felt like I’d participated in a climax marathon, but the exertion was indescribably satisfying. Mostly, however, I felt content. Like, perhaps for the first time I could remember, being in his arms, I felt like I really belonged. The feeling was simultaneously calming and intoxicating.

We had slept until late in the morning, had one more raucous toss in the hay, then jumped into the shower to get Sergio out the door in time. He was scheduled for a double shift that day. On Sunday, the restaurant served a special brunch. He was supposed to be floor manager for the brunch, then stay to work as headwaiter for the dinner shift. I suspected because we hadn’t officially fallen asleep until almost four in the morning, despite sleeping in, he still would be tired. I had volunteered to stay and wash the dishes from the night before, but Sergio rebuffed my offer. “You are my guest. There’s no way I’d relegate you to the cleanup detail. What kind of host would that make me? I’m Italian. When you extend a dinner invitation to someone, the guest isn’t expected to pay for his meal by being placed on kitchen detail. The very concept is appalling.”

I had tried to argue. “I wasn’t your guest, I was your date. There’s a difference, and it’s the least I can do. The dinner was incredible, and I will feel guilty knowing that after coming home from working a double shift, you’ll walk into a dirty kitchen. It would be my pleasure.”

Sergio responded by pushing me toward the door. “Don’t test me. Mention it once more, and the next time I invite you to dinner you’ll get a Pop-Tart on a paper plate.

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