Since he had and the answer was obvious considering I’d gone wild and come two times (maybe three), I just said, “Yeah.”

His grin remained as he bent to me, putting his weight into both forearms on the mattress in front of me and his face close to mine.

“Omelet on the counter, I take it you didn’t have dinner,” he remarked.

“Nope,” I answered.

“You like Chinese?’ he asked.

“Yep,” I answered.

His grinning eyes moved over my face as a breathtaking mix of tenderness and amusement slid into them, something else I gave him even as he was giving it to me.

“I’ll order delivery,” he declared.

“Crab cheese wonton and hot and sour soup,” I ordered instantly. “Surprise me with the meal.”

His gaze stopped wandering, he looked right at me and said, “You do know this means we’ll have to be irresponsible and insensitive to the starving nations of the world by throwing away that omelet. Eggs don’t keep.”

I had enough in me to narrow my eyes. “Don’t piss me off, Mickey.”

He pushed closer and dropped his voice low. “Think doin’ that’s workin’ for me, baby.”

Too sated to rise to the bait, I rolled my eyes.

“We’ll talk while we eat,” he went on after I rolled them back.

I held his gaze and whispered, “Yeah, honey, that’d be good.”

He pushed even closer and kissed me lightly.

Then he moved away and, not moving a muscle, only my eyes, I watched him bend down and snatch up his shirt. I also watched him tug it on as he sauntered out of my bedroom and into the hall.

He even made tugging on a dirty tee look sexy.

I sighed.

Then I snuggled deeper into my bed, thinking that had actually gone quite well.

Mickey was no longer seeing Bridget.

Auspiciously, at this early juncture, he expected exclusivity from me and intended to give the same.

The fact he didn’t text me since the morning of the day before was a simple mistake.

He was insanely phenomenal in bed.

And he liked Chinese.

Yes, that had gone quite well.

So well, naked and alone in my bed while Mickey was off ordering Chinese, I started smiling.

* * * * *

After ordering, Mickey came back to me and told me he was going over to his place to shower and get out of his dusty clothes.

He then sat at the edge of the bed again, but lifted me in his arms this time, kissing me thoroughly before he ended it, kissed my nose, placed me back in bed, got up and walked away.

I was wrecked but I’d just had sex with Mickey. We were going to have dinner together, alone at my house.

And I didn’t care what I was going to do was going to say.

I wasn’t wasting this opportunity.