said, kneeling in front of him once more. “It can’t be much different than putting on latex exam gloves.”
“Now, that’s romantic,” he teased, and then he did his best to withhold a gasp as he watched her. “Come here,” he all but begged. “Please.”
She straddled him, slowly lowered herself over him. Taking him in. All the way in.
After that, Nick didn’t remember much of anything, although the experience had definitely blown all of his fantasies out of the water…
Chapter Six
N ick took Claire home before noon Sunday, closing the door on what had been their short, too short, weekend together. They’d talked about picking Sean up from his sleepover together, and they’d both decided it wasn’t a good idea.
Neither of them said exactly why it wasn’t a good idea.
Nick said he had to go grocery shopping, and then maybe visit Barb so that she could convince Sean that he wasn’t too old to be a ring bearer, and then break the news that this honor brought with it the necessity of being measured for a tuxedo.
Claire told him that she had some medical reading to catch up on, as she had to take continuing classesto stay current, and that Sunday was her only day to clean the condo and do laundry.
Neither of them said that it was too soon to bring Sean into their relationship. If that’s what they had now. A relationship.
Nick thought they might. He hoped they might.
But then there was Steven, the ex. He’d held on too tightly, tried to take over Claire’s world. Nick didn’t think it would be a good move on his part for him to crowd her too much, make any assumptions.
They were already moving pretty fast. Granted, they were adults, and they’d each made a choice. But a choice for a weekend and a choice for more than that were two different things. Involving Sean in something that might not last would be too confusing for a nine-year-old. Especially since he’d taken such an instant liking to Claire.
And there was that other thing. The thing he’d have to deal with if it became necessary. But he hadn’t heard any more on the subject for two weeks, so he was pretty much ready to write it off as just another of Sandy’s “moments.” She’d probably forgotten she’d even written to him.
Please God.
Nick reached for his phone about ten times on Monday before he finally decided that to call Claire had to be better than to not call her. Their weekend had been too intense to not call her, to just wait for class on Tuesday night.
The intimacies they’d shared, both physical andin how they’d talked of their lives? There needed to be some sort of bridge between that and seeing her in the hallway, saying a casual hi, how are you before heading for their own classrooms.
His call went to voicemail, something that, for all his careful planning, he hadn’t anticipated.
“Claire, hi,” he said, knowing modern technology would still leave his electronic footprint on her cell phone, even if he just hung up. “It’s, uh, me. Nick. I hope you had a good day yesterday. I thought I’d tell you Barb worked her magic with Sean, and he’s agreed to wear the tux. I only owe him three superhero figures and a trip to see that new 3-D movie on Saturday. Well, okay, I can see Fred waving to me from across the newsroom, so I’ve got to go. Maybe we can have some pizza together in the cafeteria after class tomorrow? My treat. Bye.”
He pressed the End button and mastered the urge to beat his own cell phone against his forehead. He’d handled that about as smoothly as he had Sean’s question of a few months ago: “Dad? Where do babies come from?”
He picked up his laptop and went out to the patio to write his next article for the blog. That was the one beauty of cell phones. People could lie about where they were. Say they were in church, or on their way someplace important, or in the newsroom, when they were really sitting behind a hot fudge sundae at the mall, or in front of a slot machine…or
“Now, that’s romantic,” he teased, and then he did his best to withhold a gasp as he watched her. “Come here,” he all but begged. “Please.”
She straddled him, slowly lowered herself over him. Taking him in. All the way in.
After that, Nick didn’t remember much of anything, although the experience had definitely blown all of his fantasies out of the water…
Chapter Six
N ick took Claire home before noon Sunday, closing the door on what had been their short, too short, weekend together. They’d talked about picking Sean up from his sleepover together, and they’d both decided it wasn’t a good idea.
Neither of them said exactly why it wasn’t a good idea.
Nick said he had to go grocery shopping, and then maybe visit Barb so that she could convince Sean that he wasn’t too old to be a ring bearer, and then break the news that this honor brought with it the necessity of being measured for a tuxedo.
Claire told him that she had some medical reading to catch up on, as she had to take continuing classesto stay current, and that Sunday was her only day to clean the condo and do laundry.
Neither of them said that it was too soon to bring Sean into their relationship. If that’s what they had now. A relationship.
Nick thought they might. He hoped they might.
But then there was Steven, the ex. He’d held on too tightly, tried to take over Claire’s world. Nick didn’t think it would be a good move on his part for him to crowd her too much, make any assumptions.
They were already moving pretty fast. Granted, they were adults, and they’d each made a choice. But a choice for a weekend and a choice for more than that were two different things. Involving Sean in something that might not last would be too confusing for a nine-year-old. Especially since he’d taken such an instant liking to Claire.
And there was that other thing. The thing he’d have to deal with if it became necessary. But he hadn’t heard any more on the subject for two weeks, so he was pretty much ready to write it off as just another of Sandy’s “moments.” She’d probably forgotten she’d even written to him.
Please God.
Nick reached for his phone about ten times on Monday before he finally decided that to call Claire had to be better than to not call her. Their weekend had been too intense to not call her, to just wait for class on Tuesday night.
The intimacies they’d shared, both physical andin how they’d talked of their lives? There needed to be some sort of bridge between that and seeing her in the hallway, saying a casual hi, how are you before heading for their own classrooms.
His call went to voicemail, something that, for all his careful planning, he hadn’t anticipated.
“Claire, hi,” he said, knowing modern technology would still leave his electronic footprint on her cell phone, even if he just hung up. “It’s, uh, me. Nick. I hope you had a good day yesterday. I thought I’d tell you Barb worked her magic with Sean, and he’s agreed to wear the tux. I only owe him three superhero figures and a trip to see that new 3-D movie on Saturday. Well, okay, I can see Fred waving to me from across the newsroom, so I’ve got to go. Maybe we can have some pizza together in the cafeteria after class tomorrow? My treat. Bye.”
He pressed the End button and mastered the urge to beat his own cell phone against his forehead. He’d handled that about as smoothly as he had Sean’s question of a few months ago: “Dad? Where do babies come from?”
He picked up his laptop and went out to the patio to write his next article for the blog. That was the one beauty of cell phones. People could lie about where they were. Say they were in church, or on their way someplace important, or in the newsroom, when they were really sitting behind a hot fudge sundae at the mall, or in front of a slot machine…or
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