Page 68 of A Minute More
“So…”
“The water’s getting cold,” he interrupts, standing up and giving me a view of his hard cock and wet skin. I immediately perk up, but then remember that I want something more from him first. Something deeper.
Wrapping himself in a towel, he hands me one, and I unplug the tub as I pull my own towel around my waist.
Simon peeks over and eyes my wet skin, his breath coming out in short pants.
“You can go if you want. You don’t need to stay.”
“I don’t want to leave. I’m gonna stay the night. I do have to leave tomorrow because I’m going home to see my mom and sister. You could come, you know?”
Simon worries his bottom lip as I grab on to his hand and kiss his fingers gently. “Think about it. We have hours left together. Come on. You’re shivering. Let’s make something hot to drink.”
In the kitchen, I find the tea bags and two mugs.
“Are you a snob and make this shit in a kettle? Or can I microwave the water?”
Simon laughs and then shoves at me playfully. “I’m not a snob. It’s just how it’s done. My grandma was British. She’d roll over in her grave if I let you microwave this water.”
He pulls out an electric kettle and plugs it in, and I watch him fill it with water and set it to boil.
“You gonna teach me how to make a proper cup of tea then?” I ask and Simon nods, grabbing the tea bags and placing them in the mugs.
“We’re going to let it steep for like thirty seconds, agitating the bag and then we’re going to take it out.”
“Got it, steep for three minutes. Agitate it.”
Simon smiles at me, that grin breaking the shadows of his face into a million pieces.
“You’re fucking with me.”
“I know I am, baby.”
The term of endearment slips off my tongue and Simon blushes from head to toe.
“Don’t call me that.”
I chuckle and lean into him mischievously. “Alright, Si.” He huffs and I tap my fingers on my lips. “Sweetheart.”
“Enough,” he grumbles and for a second I think he’s upset, but I see the twinkle in his eyes. He likes it more than he thought he would.
“Alright,” he clears his throat and glances away from me. “Water’s done. So sugar, water, agitate, and then milk.”
He shows me how it’s done and hands me my mug, our fingers sliding together. I feel the tingle all the way to my toes.
“Come on,” I say, pulling his towel off and letting it drop to the ground. Don’t mind if I do. I like looking at him. Simon stands there shocked, and I lean forward and press a kiss to his nose.
“You’re hot naked. And body heat is good when you’re cold. We’ll have to cuddle.”
Simon’s lips twitch as I pull off my own towel and tug him gently toward the couch.
“Come,love. Come sit.”
Simon grumbles something under his breath as I smirk, but that hot ass still comes down right next to me. I pull a throw over us and then lean back, taking a sip of the tea. It doesn’t taste like dirt. But then again, Simon is magical. He got me into dicks. Seems he got me into tea too.
“Not bad,” I say, and Simon glances over at me from the top of his mug.
“It’s the kettle water. It’s superior.”