“Yep.”
He smirked. “Well, I’m glad I stopped them.”
“There’s Sydney and Vaughn from Alias, Booth and Brennan from Bones. Castle and Kate from Castle.” I swooned at all the memories of those great romances.
“Ha!” He raised one finger in the air. “What about Law and Order? They kept the romance out.”
“Nope. On Law and Order: SVU, Stable and Benson had a thing.”
“Do you keep a chart of this?”
“Yes.” I tapped the center of my forehead. “I keep my chart right here.”
“I’m surprised it’s not deep in your heart.”
“No, that’s where I keep my log of perfect kiss scenes.”
“Wow.” He laughed.
“Don’t laugh at me because I know how to embrace love.”
“Again, some stories should keep romance out of it, especially mysteries and science fiction. Both people should be able to execute a mission or solve a case without falling for each other.”
“That’s not life, Kamal.” I took more popcorn. “We’re human.”
“So?”
“We have hearts and souls. We have hormones buzzing around us. Not to mention genitals that love to be touched constantly.”
He choked a little on his beer.
“It’s true though.” I munched on some more popcorn. “People like to have sex. Hot, sweaty sex. And the more they like the person, the better sex.”
He stared off at the wall. “Hmmm.”
“What?”
“I’m trying to think if any of my favorite pairings of a man and woman kept a romantic plotline out of it.”
“What’s one of your favorite shows?” I asked.
“I’m a Whovian. I love Doctor Who. Now that’s a show that has kept—”
“The Doctor and Rose. It wasn’t a happily ever after, but there was some romance.”
He grumbled, “Good point, but I also like Game of Thrones which is full of violence, fantasy, and—”
“Jon Snow and Ygritte. Grey Worm & Missandei. Robb & Talisa Stark.” I winked at him. “Should I stop? Because I can name off at least ten more romances in that show. I’m about that GOT life.”
He frowned. “Damn it. Once again you’ve crushed my world.”
“And you know that when certain people died on GOT, it hurt you more because your favorite character loved the person that died.”
He nodded. “I still haven’t gotten over Khal Drago.”
I pointed at him. “You have been immersed in romance and didn’t even know it.”
“My whole world has been a lie.”
I tipped my beer next to his and then drunk it. “So, buckle in and enjoy the lush love affair of Ace and Brooke. Let your heart be taken away by all the emotions that come with new love.”
He gestured to the TV. “And here goes the sex scene. Damn it.”
On the screen, Brooke walked out of the shower, drying her hair.
Ace had been unbuttoning his shirt but paused when he saw her. “Are you hurt?”
“No. I’m fine.”
Ace closed the distance between them. “Let me see.”
Instead of Ace doing any real examination, he undid her towel. It fell to the floor. Brooke rose on her toes and kissed him while undoing his pants.
“Take it off!” I pumped my hands in the air. “Take it off!”
Kamal laughed so much he coughed a little.
“Sorry.” I feasted on the couple’s passion. “I just love when a good couple finally comes together.”
“I see.”
“And this is the most sex I’ve gotten all year. I’m savoring it.”
On the screen, Ace lifted Brooke up and carried her over to the bed. Soft piano music played.
“Excuse me?” Kamal said.
I looked his way. “Huh?”
“When’s the last time you had sex?”
“Whoa, buddy. That’s pretty private, especially since you’ve been Mr. Tightlip all day.”
He leaned his head to the side. “Mr. Tightlip?”
“You haven’t said what’s up with Amber and you. I’ve been forced to imagine all types of crazy things.”
“Like what?”
“Maybe she kicked you out because you were—”
“No. She can’t kick me out of my own condo.”
“Then why aren’t you there?”
“Because I want her gone, but it may take her a while to get back to California due to the state lockdown and airline cancellations.”
“Hmmm.” Forgetting the sex scene in front of us, I gave him all my attention. “And you wanted her gone because?”
He gritted his teeth. “When I came home early today, I found her in bed with another man.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah. Holy shit.”
“Another man?”
“Yes.”
I held my hands out. “Why the hell would she cheat on you? You’re freaking perfect.”
He quirked his brows. “Thank you.”
“I’m just saying. You’re super-hot, rich, family-oriented, and a perfect gentleman.”
Smirking, he set the beer down. “Damn. I should have told you this earlier. I probably would have felt better about everything.”
“You’re joking, but I’m being serious.”
“Me too.”
“I mean.” I shrugged. “I have had a lot to drink so I may regret saying this, but if you were my man I would never cheat on you. Not that I would cheat on anybody either way, but with you, not happening.”
“But, you’re a good woman.” He hit me with an intense gaze. “Gorgeous, highly intelligent, crazy talented, and your body. . .magnificently curvy.”