Sloane finally emptied the box and turned around, a triumphant smile on her face.
“Tada! Now we just need to get something on the walls and some candles and this place will be livable.” I didn’t know what she was talking about. The sheets were 400 thread count, and the furniture was from Pottery Barn. It was by no means uninhabitable.
“Candles?” Lucah said, one ginger eyebrow raised.
“They make manly candles now.” Sloane seemed offended.
“Well, we’ll see what he wants when he gets here,” I said to be the peacemaker.
“Right.”
“Right.”
Crisis averted. Sloane took the box and said to contact her if we needed anything and then was gone as quickly as she’d blown in.
“What was that all about?” Lucah said, sitting down on the bed, which now had the addition of a few throw pillows Sloane had found somewhere.
“She is being so weird about this Ryder situation,” I said, joining him on the bed.
“I couldn’t believe she suggested he move in with her,” Lucah said, picking up one of the throw pillows and then putting it back.
“Yeah, like that would work out,” I agreed. “It would only end one way and it wouldn’t be pretty. I’d also be prepared for her to be dropping by without announcing herself again. She stocked the fridge while we were gone, and I foresee her cooking a lot, and coming over to borrow things, etc.”
“That should be fun.” Lucah yawned and lay back on the pillows. I snuggled next to him, putting my head on his chest.
“Do you realize this is the longest the two of us have gone since we moved in together without having sex?” I almost rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t lie, I was thinking about it too.
“I think I read somewhere that the average American couple only has sex, like, a few times a week.” His hand moved to my hair.
“But we’re not average. Who wants to be average? I want to be in the ninety-ninth percentile. That’s where all the geniuses are.”
“You mean that’s where the sex addicts are.”
“Okay, maybe that was a bad example. But still.” I waited for him to say something else, but he didn’t.
“Does this mean you want to have sex?” I hoped I was reading his signals right.
“Sunshine, I always want to have sex with you. If there were a way to spend each moment of each day fucking you in every way imaginable, then I would happily sign up. But right at this moment, I’m afraid I would fall asleep on you, and that wouldn’t be very sexy.”
“You probably wouldn’t be the only one.” I yawned and I could feel my eyes closing.
“Yup,” he said, and the next thing I knew we were both passed out on Ryder’s new bed.
~*~*~
I took a quick break the next morning and called Lucah to see how things were going. I made sure that my office door was closed and locked beforehand, though.
“He’s still not very happy, but he said he would take this over rehab.”
“I guess that’s an improvement?”
“I guess.” I heard Ryder talking in the background. “Look, I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” He hung up and I wished that I’d gotten to talk to him longer. Or that I could magically transport myself to the apartment. OR, clone myself so I could be in two places at once.
I shook my head at my imaginings. If I could, I was going to sneak away on my lunch break and make sure everything was going okay. I had no doubt that Lucah had everything in hand, but my control freak tendencies would not be suppressed.