He got to his feet and walked away, grabbing his phone on the way.
***
I was staring into the refrigerator.
“Find something to eat?”
This was about two hours later. He stopped behind me and peered in.
“Not what I want,” I grumbled.
“What do you want?”
“Arby’s. Beef and cheddar and curly fries.” I glanced over my shoulder at him.
“Still open?”
“I don’t know. Should be.”
“Let’s go for a drive, hit a drive-thru, and then we’ll come back and take a shower?” He looked flirtily into my eyes.
I smiled hesitantly.
“Make your hair smell like it’s supposed to, maybe I’ll be able to sleep.” He took a handful of my hair and pulled me back against him and then he was cupping my boobs, rubbing his groin against me from behind.
“Okay. I’ll just run and get dressed.”
He was in jeans and a black tee and I was in a little pink chemise nightie so I went upstairs, tied my hair up in a ponytail and threw on jeans and a sweater.
***
I drove us to Arby’s and we ate in my Jeep in the parking lot, listening to the radio, not talking. I’d wanted to drive. He made a face but relented. I’d only driven my Jeep a couple times so far. I ate a roast beef and gooey cheese sauce sandwich with loads of Arby’s sauce and horsey sauce. The sandwich was huge, their largest, and I ate the whole thing. I ate all my curly fries, and all but two of Tommy’s curly fries.
He watched me eat his fries, dunking them in the cheese and horsey and Arby’s sauce mess that had fallen out of my sandwich and into my sandwich container, with an amused look on his face but didn’t comment. I tried to feed him one but he raised his hand to decline.
He got out and put our garbage into the trash bin and then he came around to the driver’s side, “I’ll drive us home,” he said.
I didn’t argue. I slurped the end of my juice and climbed over to the passenger side.
We were home a few minutes later and I was yawning as we walked inside.
“We gonna get Marley from Luc’s in the morning?” I asked.
“Yep. I was talking to Ed when you woke up from your nap. I’ll pick him up and drop him off before I go to the office.”
“Good. I miss my puppy.”
“Too full to fuck?” he inquired.
“Noooo,” I said slowly, “Don’t think so. The offer to wash my hair sounds too nice. And I suspect if I take a shower with you, fucking is part of the deal.”
“Damn straight. Better do this,” he mumbled absently as he lifted me up in his arms and headed for the stairs.
“Huh? Why are you carrying me?” I asked.
“Because I can,” he said, matter-of-factly. “And who knows how long that’ll continue, the way you’ve been eating.” He smirked, boyishly, teasingly.
I smacked his arm, “Not funny.”