He shook his head and grinned. “Have breakfast, and then I’ll drop you off at your car.”
“Fine, I’ll stay for breakfast,” I said, “but only if you put on a damn shirt or something.”
“You’re wearing mine.” He nodded at the shirt I’d coveted.
“Well, you ripped mine,” I retorted.
“Touché,” he replied, and with that, he moved aside and gestured for me to enter the kitchen.
“Do you mind if I use your bathroom first?” I asked him.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, happy that I at least had my toothbrush and other necessities in my purse.
LEVI
Once she was gone, I rushed back into my room to get dressed as quickly as possible, seeing as how she appeared to be a potential flight risk. She was drop dead beautiful, sexy, funny, and just sinfully amazing in bed. At the very least, I needed to get her number. Hearing another door open and shut, I rushed out in a panic, and was dismayed to find that she hadn’t returned to the kitchen.
“You keep records,” she called from above, allowing me to breathe freely once again.
She stood on the upper level of my town house, along with the rest of my music and books. Climbing the stairs, I tried my best to be as relaxed as possible.
“Yes I do. It’s old fashioned—”
“No, I like it. Everything sounds better on vinyl anyway,” she said, running her hands over my collection.
“I always say that, but no one believes me with their smart phones,” I snickered.
She stopped sifting through the pile and gasped. Then, she wordlessly lifted a record from the stack and held it up to her face. Her entire expression transformed into something I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Curtis Mayfield — a Curtis Mayfield album!” she crooned.
“You know Curtis Mayfield?” I asked, kind of surprised.
Most people didn’t listen to music like that anymore, unless of course, it was in a commercial.
She looked at me like I was crazy. “Talk about soundtrack to my childhood! My grandmother was big on records. You really have a cool collection here.”
“Thank you, music’s a hobby of mine.”
“And your first love is books I’m guessing?” She laughed, looking at all the books I had scattered everywhere. “Law books too.”
“You got me. I’m really a nerd.”
She laughed and it was beautiful. Her whole face seemed to beam. “Six pack abs, plays the guitar, listen to records, and is a book nerd… better watch out or I might just start to like you.”
I hoped so.
Moving closer to her, I took the record from her hands and set it down on my old gramophone to play.
“Dance with me.”
“That’s how I ended up naked in your bed the first time.”
“I know,” I told her, flashing my best smile.
I took her hand, and once again it was like I was on fire. Just touching her had that effect on me. It was crazy. She broke out into laughter as we let the ‘70s take over. She no longer seemed shy about dancing as we both jumped around each other. Whenever she laughed, I felt the urge to laugh with her. She was… beautiful.