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having zero sex life wasn’t exactly conducive
to proper nighttime attire. I opened my drawer. Sports bras, tank tops, yoga
pants. Yoga pants it is, I thought. Considering the level of comfort I
wanted to achieve I ditched the bra and grabbed a sweatshirt instead. He wanted
comfortable and that’s exactly what I was going to give him.
    When I emerged he looked up from the
television and gave a strange smile. One I’d never seen before. It conveyed no
emotion but held a world of secrets.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Nice yoga pants,” he laughed,
wagging his eyebrows at me. I grabbed a pillow off the couch and smacked him
with it as he pulled me into his lap. We struggled against one another in our
playful jest, his hands wrapped around my wrist, trying to keep me from beating
him with the pillow. My sides ached from laughter when he stopped, sliding his
hand along my ass and down the back of my leg. He looked serious. My stomach
started to cartwheel again.
    “They look good on you.”
    “Thanks,” I said, bopping him one
last time.
    Jumping to his feet, he turned and
asked, “What movie do you want to watch? We have Lazy Daze , Two Suns
and a Daughter , and Time Teller. ” He pulled the DVD cases from a
laptop bag he brought.
    “Wait. How do you have Time Teller ?”
I asked raising my eyebrow suspiciously. “Isn’t that still in theaters?”
    “Oh, you know. I travel a lot.” He
gave a sly wink before flipping the television on. The Thai food arrived before
we finished wading through the previews and halfway through the movie I had
nearly shot noodles out of my nose. We were engrossed in our own little world,
hardly paying attention to the movie. We talked about life and our careers,
though I may have fibbed about mine. And even when the movie ended we carried
out our conversation into the early hours. I didn’t feel like I was on a date
and it wasn’t a bad thing. We were comfortable. Content. Liam glanced down at
his watch.
    “Two. Damn, it’s late! I’m sorry to
keep you this long,” he said, grabbing our empty plates and carrying them to
the kitchen.
    “You don’t want dessert?” I asked. I
didn’t mean it to sound sexual but he gave a soft laugh. “I mean, like…ice
cream or something.” My cheeks flushed suddenly and he nodded.
    “Sure. What do you have?” I rummaged
through the freezer looking for the chocolate chip ice cream I thought I had.
Then I remembered I destroyed it in a Sex In the City marathon. Maybe I
had cheesecake. No dice. Cookies? Nope.
    “Well, this is embarrassing.” A
disappointed sigh came over me. “Rain check?”
    “I have a better idea. Are you tired
yet?” I shook my head. “Up for a quick trip?”
    “Does it mean I have to put on normal
clothes?” I asked looking down at my yoga pants. They’d grown increasingly
comfortable and the fleece sweater felt nice against my nipples. For some odd
reason I felt sexy.
    “Please don’t,” he winked, grabbing
his keys and my hand before heading out the door.
     
    We arrived at Padua several moments
later and he parked his Audi on the street.
    “Umm…pretty sure it’s closed,” I said
motioning towards the dark restaurant front. Considering that it was Wednesday,
most everything shut down at midnight. He ignored my observation and dashed
around to open my door. Before I could protest he pressed his finger to my lips
and guided me toward the back entrance. He jingled his keys carefully into the
lock, holding fast to my hand.
    “Do you work here?” I whispered,
darting my eyes around the quiet alleyway.
    “You could say that.” The door swung
open and he dipped a hand in to disarm the alarm. As he flicked on the lights he
added, “Okay, I own it. Silent partner. Now, what do you want for dessert?”
    “Mmmm, what’s on the menu?” I had to
admit that I was hoping more and more it’d be him.
    “Good question. It changes weekly,”
he said. “Why don’t we take a peek?” With his fingers still tangled in