21
Elvira
WE SPENT THE ENTIRE weekend in bed. Well…
technically his bed. We fucked on every surface of his living room, kitchen, laundry room, and basically serenaded the entire house.
The only room left was the garage, but even that was ticked off the list on Sunday when we came back from buying groceries and ended up having sex on the side of his car.
We could not get enough of each other. Each time I thought I had enough of him, I would find myself looking for his body.
Needing to touch him. To feel his skin under mine.
The best thing about being this addicted to someone was that you didn't have to think about the outside world.
Nothing could get me to care about what was happening outside our bubble.
And after we came back from buying groceries, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Levi had insisted on ordering in until I told him I would rather cook.
He seemed not to like the idea, insisting I was his guest.
"I like it," I said."I promise not to poison you with shellfish. In fact, there are hardly any breakfast dishes that have that."
"Fine," he relented."But only if you let me accompany you to the store."
And that was how we ended up leaving the house after spending most of the weekend inside, and that's how we ended up doing it in the garage after he grabbed my ass as I was taking stuff out of the car.
And when I closed the door, he slammed me against it and fucked me until my legs buckled.
I was still thinking about it as I flipped the egg in the pan.
The omelet came out better than I expected.
Bacon was sizzling on the side, and four slices of toast had just popped out of the toaster.
I sensed more than heard Levi enter the kitchen. He padded over to me and kissed my neck, then curled his hands around my waist as I flipped the other omelet.
"You should make better use of your state-of-the-art kitchen," I said, ignoring the way my skin prickled where his hands touched. The crop top I wore gave him ample access to my stomach.
"You're right. It smells incredible in here."
"Make better use of yourself and set the table."
"Yes. Ma'am." I heard him stomp the floor behind me, and I caught a reflection on the microwave of him doing a salute.
I chuckled. In his element, Levi was not the grumpy boss I was used to seeing him being.
He had a large cache of jokes within him, and a cute sense of humor.
It made it hard to keep this relationship strictly in the fuck buddies camp.
As I finished cooking, I heard him take out the plates and cutlery and place them on the small breakfast table that was in the kitchen corner. We sat and ate in relative silence, Levi occasionally complimenting my food.
Levi liked his phone a little too much. Constantly checking it even when eating.
He was like this at work too, and if he wasn't fucking me like a madman all weekend, I would have been jealous enough to think he was texting another woman.
"My dad used to say it was bad manners to look at your phone while eating," I said after he checked it for the fifth time. "What's preoccupying you?"
"The cryptographers are having trouble decoding the letters," he said.
"Probably because they don't know Old English," I said as I buttered my toast.
"You're right." He took a sip of his coffee. "If anyone is going to solve it, it's probably going to be a historian."
He checked his phone again. But when he saw me looking, guilt flashed across his face.
"How about this?" I said. "Let's put our phones in a box for the rest of the weekend and not check them until evening. We can lock them in that safe of yours."
"I don't have a safe!" His denial was unconvincing.
"Please. I can spot fake books a mile away. Part of your bookshelf in your bedroom is a safe. I even opened the book while you were in the shower, but I didn't open the safe inside, of course. I didn't have your code, unfortunately."
His eyes narrowed, but it was clear he was not angry. If anything, he seemed impressed. "I should be careful around you. No one I know has ever guessed that it was a safe."
"No one? How many women have been in your bedroom, Mr. Hawthorne?"
He shifted in his seat and averted his gaze. It was so funny it made me giggle.
"Don't worry, I won't boil their bunnies. We're fuck buddies, right?"
He smiled. "Fine. Give me your phone."
I swiped it out of my sweats and handed him the little black gadget covered in a pastel pink case.
He placed his own beige and brown cased phone on top of mine and took them to his bedroom.
When he came back, his hands were raised, saying, "Phone free and ready to spend the rest of this Sunday with my fuck buddy. "
For fuck buddies, we spend most of Sunday watching movies.
Since he didn't have one, I proposed installing mine in the living room.
He didn't mind, even though I thought he would put up a fight.
He found a table big enough to place it, and we put the TV in front of his bookshelf.
And since he had no cable, the only things we could connect it to were the internet and my streaming accounts.
The man didn't even have a single streaming subscription. Pathetic.
After breakfast, he asked me if I've ever watched a disaster movie that wasn't trying to be the Titanic. And when the conversation turned to Jack and Rose, and Rose not letting Jack on the door, I told him it was because they both could not fit.
"It's in the movie. Jack tries to get on. It bobbles, and he stays in the water."
His brow furrowed. "I don't remember that part."
"That's because you were watching it through tears," I said smugly.
"Come on," he insisted. "That can't be it. Rose does not let Jack on."
"Bet?"
So we sat down and watched the entire movie. We could have just watched a clip, but watching the whole thing felt more accurate. Wrapped in his arms, I lay on the couch with half my body against his chest. The popcorn bowl was long depleted when we finally reached the scene. "See! Told you!"
"I've watched this movie so many times, how come I remembered it differently?"
"Justice for my girl Rose. She was viciously maligned for years. Did you know James Cameron actually did a test in a pool because so many people were arguing they could both fit?"
"Huh."
As the credits rolled, he said, "He should have addressed other inaccuracies in his film instead of the door thing."
"Molly Brown?"
He squeezed me tightly. "Justice for Molly Brown."
"I knew you'd latch onto her. I mean, at least she has her own movie."
"Wanna watch it?" He asked as The Unsinkable Molly Brown popped up as a recommendation on what to watch next.
"Another people-drowning movie? God no."
He chuckled. "How about…" He scrolled through the recommended movies. "Pride and Prejudice?"
I glanced at him. "You will pull out your hair over the inaccuracies in that film. The costumes alone will give you ananeurysm."
He shrugged. "It's one of your favorite movies."
"How do you know about this again?"
"Is it not? I remember hearing you and Jess talk about going to watch it when it was being shown in town. Maybe I was mistaken."
"For a guy who keeps to himself. You are such a gossip. Have you seen it?"
He shook his head. This was going to be good.
"So are we watching something else?"
"Oh, hell no. I love it. Plus, I want to see your face when you see the hair."
He groaned. "Please tell me that Jane Austen's work carries it."
I giggled. "It's a good movie. A really good movie. Just not one of finicky historians like you."
"I am not finicky. I don't mind inaccuracy. Sometimes."
"Uh, huh."
"It's the truth!"
"Really? Name one historical movie you like?"He went silent for what felt like a good two minutes. "Ha! You can't even come up with one!"
"Thing is. The ones with a good story are the most inaccurate, and the accurate ones have a terrible, dare I say, god-awful story. Or, what's worse. The story is good, and the costumes and everything else are accurate, but the clothes and the set design look horrendous."
I nodded. "Yeah."
We put on the movie. He did not grumble as I expected. Instead, we watched the movie in silence. I was enjoying it as always. But halfway through, I asked, "So? What do you think?"
"Shhh," he said. We had reached the proposal scene. Levi had become fully engrossed in the movie. His gaze on the TV. "She dumped him!" he said.
"Have you ever watched or read the book?"
He shook his head. "It missed me somehow."
"Fascinating."
We watched the rest of the movie in silence.
Levi was reacting to every moment. He jerked forward when Mr. Darcy showed up at Pemberley.
Then he gasped when Lydia told Elizabeth what Mr. Darcy did for her.
And in the final moments of the movie, he was practically leaning over me, his head resting gently on top of mine as he held my hand.
"He came!"
"I know!"
"They love walking."
"A thing they bond over, it seems."
When the credits rolled, Levi drew back into the couch, sighing. "That was good."
I glanced up at him. There was a small smile on his face. "I didn't know you were a romantic?"
"There's a lot you don't know about me."
"From one to ten. What do you give it?"
"Hair and costume department aside—there's no way a nineteenth-century English gentleman is walking in the field with his shirt unbuttoned—I give it a nine."
"Impressive."
"It might be a—"
There was a knock on the door. We both jerked our heads toward the sound.
"Expecting someone?" I asked.
Levi shook his head. "No deliveries either."
We disentangled, already missing his warmth as he got off the couch. I got up, following him as he went to answer the door. When he opened, I don't know who I expected, but it was not my sister.
When she saw me standing behind Levi, she pointed at him, not at all looking happy, and said, "So is that your husband?"