Evening at Home


“Running a contest, huh?”

I nodded, lying on the couch watching a DVD. Suki was curled up at my side. The electric fireplace was on, and the room was toasty warm. “Everyone who emails me is automatically entered. I didn’t want to make it hard or complex. Just wanted to have a little fun.”

He raised my legs, slid under them to sit, and lowered them across his thighs. “Point Break. Haven’t seen this in a while.” 

“I like the surfing parts.”

“I like the sky-diving parts.”

“That’s ’cause you’d never do that.” I grinned at him. 

He smiled back at me, moving his hands up under my pants leg. “You wouldn’t either.”

“Not unless I was stoned or drunk,” I conceded. “I’m not an adrenaline junkie.”

“Nope. You write it instead.”

“Think I should live more?” I asked it seriously.

“You live plenty,” he said, laughing. “Some of the stories you’ve told me from when you first hit the city are wild!”

I smiled, remembering my errant youth. “Those were good times. Older now, though.” I stretched out a hand and he took it. “I like this. Being at home with you.”

Our fingers entwined. I’ve done the party thing, the club thing, the drinking thing, the drug thing. I prefer the domestic thing. Nothing compares to being with someone you love.
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