Let the Good Times Roll by Melanie Greene

Author:Melanie Greene
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781941967119
Publisher: GreeneLeaves

Oh, she was staying the night. It was not in question. Somehow the chill of outside drifted brightly above them as they breathed in unison, collapsed on his bed.

Mac had the sound system on, the jazz holiday standards playlist, she thought. “Blue Christmas” seemed to be in the back of her memory of her time in Gabe's loft, and a version of “First Noel” she always thought was far too full of horns. But now it was all background, faint notes beyond the beating of her heart.

"Hi," he said, and if he sounded any sweeter she'd add his voice as the secret ingredient in the batch of pralines she still had to make before flying up to her family for Christmas.

"Hi, yourself. I don't suppose you have any water up here?"

He half sat up, which stole warmth from her side.

"No, never mind. I have to use the restroom anyway. But just so you know," she said as she hopped up and grabbed his discarded oxford, "you're risking that I'll keep this shirt for the next year."

He was laughing as she scurried down stairs, the metal of the treads thrumming with her footsteps.

The kitchen was tidy and tiny and teal. He must have repainted it. Well, that was a thing painters were likely to do, she supposed: pay attention to their environments. She washed up and took the time to line her boots up by the door and extract her phone from her bag before heading back to Gabe.

He’d followed her down and brushed his teeth while she was being domestic, left a spare brush for her, and was fluffing out the bed sheets by the time she wrapped her arms around his waist.

"You don't mind my sleeping over?"

"Not a bit of it. I believe we mentioned all those dirty thoughts of mine. I don't want you running back at your place before I get to examine a few more of them."

She kissed his shoulder blade and nuzzled the salt-spice of his neck. "You're not the only imaginative one here, you know."

He tossed his head back in a short laugh that nearly caused him to bonk her temple with his crown. "Sorry, darling. You okay?"

"Fine," she said, but moved back so he could finish making up the bed without endangering her. She hung his shirt on the closet door. "What's your schedule?"

"Tonight?"

"Stop with the flirting, you've already got me in your bed." She pulled up the covers so her words were true. "Tomorrow."

He joined her, and she was fully warm again. "Nothing special. Reviewing the bid package for the hospital mural. Blocking out some paintings for my mom and them, should have done that a week ago but I've gotten myself caught up with other things."

"Mmm?" She yawned but presumed he wouldn't take it as a sign of boredom about his work.

He turned off the light. "Mm-hmm. Couple of last-minute commissions. Christmas has turned into a busy time for me. Didn't used to be that way."

His hand tracing light lines of tenderness on her upper arm was making her drift.

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