Lochlan came home later that I from work. I was already upstairs in a shoulder-deep tub full of broiling-hot water and mountains of bubbles when he came in, dressed in his tan cargo pants and a button-down flannel shirt, buttoned all the way up to his neck with only the top button undone.
Well, look at this handsome man. I reach my arms up and he leans down for a kiss. When he does I hang my entire weight from around his neck and catching him off balance, he almost falls into the tub.
Just a minute, he protests, but he barely lets go of the kiss. Within seconds he has stripped down and joins me in the tub where the water is now around his shoulders and up to my neck. He sits back in the deep end of the tub, extending his legs, pulling me onto his lap where I give him a million steamy kisses and zero time to breathe.
How was the day? He asks.
Poured a lot of coffee. People really wanted to vent, I said. You?
Put out a lot of fires. Schuyler asked for a favor so I went-
It's fine. I smile at him.
It is now that I'm back home. I got lonely without you.
You should come in for lunch then.
I don't like to see you like that. It's hard. Watching you pander to a bunch of ungrateful-
It's breakfast and lunch. They don't care who serves them, they just want food. No one sees their waitress as a three-dimensional soul.
They should.
It's better if they don't.
No more work talk. He squeezes me hard against him and the bubbles that were between us are forced up past my chin, covering my face. He starts laughing so hard he cries and I wipe my face off on the towel that's on the stand near the tub and then return to his embrace, pressing my wet head against his.
He tilts his head back, closing his eyes as I watch him. This is the life. Fuck everything else.
Agreed. I paint a bubble-beard on him and he grins so wildly I laugh and add eyebrows. There. Now you're perfect.
I thought I was before.
Well you thought wrong.
Well, look at this handsome man. I reach my arms up and he leans down for a kiss. When he does I hang my entire weight from around his neck and catching him off balance, he almost falls into the tub.
Just a minute, he protests, but he barely lets go of the kiss. Within seconds he has stripped down and joins me in the tub where the water is now around his shoulders and up to my neck. He sits back in the deep end of the tub, extending his legs, pulling me onto his lap where I give him a million steamy kisses and zero time to breathe.
How was the day? He asks.
Poured a lot of coffee. People really wanted to vent, I said. You?
Put out a lot of fires. Schuyler asked for a favor so I went-
It's fine. I smile at him.
It is now that I'm back home. I got lonely without you.
You should come in for lunch then.
I don't like to see you like that. It's hard. Watching you pander to a bunch of ungrateful-
It's breakfast and lunch. They don't care who serves them, they just want food. No one sees their waitress as a three-dimensional soul.
They should.
It's better if they don't.
No more work talk. He squeezes me hard against him and the bubbles that were between us are forced up past my chin, covering my face. He starts laughing so hard he cries and I wipe my face off on the towel that's on the stand near the tub and then return to his embrace, pressing my wet head against his.
He tilts his head back, closing his eyes as I watch him. This is the life. Fuck everything else.
Agreed. I paint a bubble-beard on him and he grins so wildly I laugh and add eyebrows. There. Now you're perfect.
I thought I was before.
Well you thought wrong.