“I’ll do it,” she offered and I saw she was in one of Max’s t-shirts and obviously her own jeans for they fit perfectly.
“You need a shirt?” I asked and she looked at me as she pulled paper towel off a holder.
“Uh, last night, I kinda got beer on –” she started but Max cut her off.
“Damon doused you with beer,” he stated and Mindy’s eyes flitted to him.
“Damon?” I asked, grabbing my bowl.
“Her dickhead boyfriend,” Max muttered, pulling down a plate and handing it to Mindy.
“He’s just –” Mindy began but Max interrupted her again.
“A dickhead,” Max declared.
Her face fell and she arranged paper towel on the plate.
I decided to wade in. “Why did he, um… I mean how did he get beer on you?”
“He threw it at her,” Max answered and Mindy ducked her head and pulled bacon out of the skillet.
“He threw a beer at you?” I asked Mindy, not comprehending these words, at least not in recent Nina Land with Niles who didn’t even drink beer just occasionally gin and tonics or wine with dinner and he wouldn’t begin to imagine dousing anyone with any liquid.
Older Nina Land was the land where there were dickheads who might (though they didn’t) douse women with beer. Though, maybe not women who’d recently been violated.
“He’s, not, really… coping… uh –” Mindy stammered.
Max’s hand went to the back of her neck and he said quietly, “She knows, Mins, I told her.”
Mindy nodded but didn’t lift her head from her bacon task and I squelched a new desire to throw my bowl at Max for he may not be okay with me being a bitch to Mindy but he certainly wasn’t handling this very well.
“He’s not coping with what happened to you,” I said to her and she nodded and took the last piece of bacon out of the skillet when I went on. “Men are idiots, mostly. Anyway,” I changed the subject. “Upstairs, my suitcase is on the armchair in Max’s loft. You can go through it, grab whatever top you want.”
Her head twisted to me and her eyes slid along my robe.
The she began, “I couldn’t –”
“Why not? You can’t wear that.” I dipped my head to Max’s t-shirt. “It’s huge on you.” And it was, she was swimming in it like I had but I’d worn his t-shirts to bed which was acceptable.
I pretty girl who’d just been raped? No.
She needed to remember she could look pretty and it was okay.
“But, your clothes are really nice. Becca said –”
I spooned up more fruit, yogurt and granola and smiled at her before asking, “You have a flesh-eating virus or something?”
She grinned at me and replied, “No.”
“Then go and pick something.”
Her eyes moved to the ceiling then to me and she said, “Anything off limits?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“You sure you’re sure?”
I shook my head but smiled and promised, “I’m sure I’m sure.”
“Cool!” she cried, dropped the bacon fork and skip-danced out of the kitchen.
I spooned breakfast in my mouth. Max’s eyes followed Mindy but since I was in the back recess I couldn’t see her. I knew when she was out of sight though because Max’s eyes came to me.
Then he came to me.
Since I was already against the counter, I had nowhere to retreat.
He got super close again, took the bowl out of my hand, the spoon out of the other, dropped the spoon in the bowl and set it on the counter.
I swallowed my food and demanded, “Would you quit taking that away? I’m trying to eat breakfast.”
I said this as I looked at the bowl. I should have kept my eyes on him. For, when my head twisted back, his hand came to my neck and his mouth came down on mine.
I really tried not to respond this time. I knew how good it could be so I thought I could steel myself against it.
I was wrong.
His tongue touched my lips, my mouth opened like it had a mind of its own and then I was in his arms. Max deepened the kiss and my hands slid around his neck, my fingers going into his hair. I went up on my toes, pressed into his body and he pushed me back into the counter.
It was as good as it was yesterday, just as good, which meant it might always be that good.
Which was bad.
His mouth broke from mine but he didn’t move far away. His hand came back to my neck, curling around, his forehead rested on mine and our heavy breathing mingled.
“Tried to wake you up last night when I got to bed, you were out like usual, didn’t have the heart in the end,” he whispered.
“Okay,” I whispered back, not really thinking because my mind was on my nipples which had gotten hard and were tingling and my stomach which had somehow disappeared and between my legs which was tingling even more.
“Mindy was on the couch,” he went on.
“Oh.”
“No Mindy tonight,” he finished and I found that my stomach hadn’t disappeared because it spasmed in a way I really, really liked.
“Oh,” I breathed this time and I watched his eyes smile.
His thumb slid along my jaw. “You kiss like that, honey, lookin’ forward to findin’ out what else you can do.”