"I want to meet your parents," she whispered. "I know it's silly, but I want to know that they'll like me. Alec's mom—she never seemed to think I was good enough for her son. I never knew how I came up lacking."
"My mother is probably the least judgmental person you'll ever meet. She's so accepting, she would adopt the entire world if she could." He chuckled, blushing, glad that Blythe couldn't see it in the moonlight. "She caught me and my first girlfriend together."
"Together—together."
"Oh, yeah. Full on naked, not quite coupling, but so close. Instead of being angry, she gave us a sex lesson so I wouldn't hurt my girlfriend. I have to say, it was much better her way, and a good time was had."
"Did she tell the girl's mother?"
"No, thank God! Wendy's mom is ultra-religious. If she'd known that her daughter had sex with the son of a heathen, she'd have strung me up by my balls. It was a good relationship, until they moved our junior year."
"Would you have stayed with her?"
He shook his head. "Hers was not my kind of crazy."
"And mine is?"
"Your kind of crazy isn't born of religious frenzy, and Bible thumping lunatics."
"I don't know, I've been known to thump a Bible or two in my time."
A cool wind blew off the water, making them both shiver.
"How about a movie?" Blythe suggested. "I've got tons I've never seen."
"Sounds good. Mind if I catch a shower? I came over right after work."
"Sure, there are fresh towels in the master bath."
"Thanks. Did I tell you what Dr. Waverly said?"
"About me? Did she get test results?"
"Not yet. No, about me. She wants me to be her assistant."
"Really? Do you have any experience with that?"
"Some. Pay bump and better hours."
"That's wonderful!"
"And she wants to go see Malachi with us on Thursday."
"Really? Does she think she can help him?"
"She doesn't know until she sees him, but it's worth a shot."
"Yes, it is.
They stood in Blythe's bedroom, a few feet from the bed. She wanted to tackle him and ravage his body, but restrained herself. She was afraid and not quite ready to commit to that next step.
"Shower's through there. Fresh towels are on the bar. There's bath gel and shampoo, whatever you need."
"Thanks. I'll be out soon."
"I'll find a movie and fix popcorn."
"See you in a few." He desperately wanted to take her in the shower with him, but refrained. He still wanted her, but decided he'd better approach her differently, more slowly. Alec was her husband. He was still reeling from that revelation.
Blythe headed to the living room, closing and locking the glass door, she pulled the drapes over it. She grabbed one of her favorite movies from the shelf, putting it in the DVD player, before heading to the kitchen. She liked freshly popped corn, not the microwave variety.
Elam came out a few minutes later, finding her in the kitchen, popping corn on the stove. It smelled fantastic. He leaned on the counter, shirt over one shoulder, his feet bare, dressed only in a pair of low riding jeans.
"When you said you were popping corn, I had no idea it would be this special."
"I can eat micro-waved stuff, but I prefer this. Dad spoiled me. He used to fix it every Sunday evening. We'd have popcorn and soda for dinner while we watched Donovan Family Theatre."
He snagged a piece of popcorn from the bowl. Blythe smacked at his hand, making him laugh.
"It's not quite ready. Patience, Grasshopper."
She added melted butter, with kosher salt, pepper and paprika, tossing the popcorn with her fingers. Elam took one buttery hand in his, licking the butter and spices from her index finger. He laved it sensually with his tongue.
"Yum. Does the popcorn taste as good as you?"
Blythe fed him a piece. He chewed slowly, closing his eyes before licking another finger.
"Nope, you taste better."
Elam took a piece of popcorn, holding it in his teeth, inviting her to take it. Smiling, Blythe complied, biting the fluffy kernel in half. Their mouths met, oily from the butter. Elam licked her lips, tasting the spices and her own special flavor, before kissing her deeply.
Blythe tried not to touch him with her greasy hands, but he had other ideas. Pulling her close, he put her hands on his chest, kissing her even more passionately than before. Her top was halfway off when his phone rang. He wouldn't have answered, except that was the special ring he'd set for his mother. She rarely called him, certainly not after nine o'clock at night.
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