Blue Roses (14 page)

I pull away and poke him in the stomach with two fingers. “Don’t make jokes, Luca. Don’t make me laugh, because it hurts too much.”

“I shouldn’t have left here that night,” he says, gazing down into my eyes. “But I was stubborn, and I thought I was right and you were wrong. Or maybe I was scared.”

“Why would you be scared?”

“My wrist hurts.” He keeps looking into my eyes. “I didn’t break my wrist last night, but when I fell, I reached out to break my fall. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I think the same thing happened with us.”

“I hurt your wrist?”

“I realized I was falling, and I freaked out. I tried to stop my fall, but I only made it worse.” He leans down and gently kisses me. Our lips stick together, like they don’t want to let go. “Falling in love,” he says into my lips.

I pull away from his kiss, slip out of his arms, and take three steps back. He reaches for the crutches leaning against the wall and comes after me.

He can’t move very fast, so I start walking. There’s nowhere to go inside the small cottage, so I circle the large L-shaped couch.

“Luca, don’t kiss me and don’t look at me with those eyes. You have a girlfriend. She seemed nice. She shook my hand.”

He keeps coming after me, patiently circling the sofa with the help of his crutches.

“The girl who was with me last night? She’s the one I sent the second apology flowers to. She’s my neighbor. She’s married.”

“Oh, yeah? You fool around with married ladies? Oh, gross. Double gross.”

“It’s not like that,” he growls, sounding annoyed. “She was mad at me because she sent me on a blind date with her friend, and I was a real jerk.”

I keep walking, speeding up my pace so he doesn’t catch up to me. “You were a jerk? Why am I not surprised?”

He’s puffing from the effort of chasing me on the crutches. “Wait a minute. When you came to my house for dinner, you met Chris, but you didn’t meet his wife, did you?”

I yell back, “No! Was that her? Gross! You sleep with everyone.”

“I told you, I didn’t sleep with her. She sent me on a blind date with her friend.”

I keep moving, and now I’m puffing from the effort as well. Luca can move, even on one foot.

“You slept with her friend and never called?”

“No, Tina. You are so exasperating.”

“At least I don’t sleep with everyone!”

“Slow down. I went on the blind date. We had dinner, and that was it. We didn’t even kiss. I found out later she was mad at me because I spent the whole night talking about another girl.”

I snort. “Shocker.”

“I wouldn’t stop talking about the pretty girl I met at the flower shop. I couldn’t get her out of my head.”

“Me?” I stop walking.

Luca is really motoring and doesn’t see I’ve stopped. He slams into me, and accidentally tackles me down onto the couch.

I’m face down and he’s on top of me.

My voice muffled, I ask if he really was talking about me on his date.

“Yes, you,” he says.

What he’s saying gradually sinks in. The woman I saw him with is his neighbor. She’s married to Chris, the nice guy I met from next door.

Last night, I cried out a bucket of tears, and it was all a misunderstanding?

Luca’s weight on me is comforting, like a hug.

I wriggle around so that I’m on my back, facing him. His face is red, his eyes bright blue. He’s still breathing heavily.

“Luca, are you okay? Did you bang your foot?”

“Shh.” He leans down and kisses me again.

This time I don’t push him away.

I reach up and stroke my fingers through his new beard.

We keep kissing. Time collapses, and I’m feeling our first kiss, our second kiss, our third kiss—an infinite number of kisses, from the past, present and future.

He murmurs, “I miss you.”

“I’m right here. Don’t miss me.”

“I won’t let you go.”

“Don’t let me kick you out.”

“I’ll try not to give you a reason to.”

He reaches down and lifts off the tank top I slept in.

He slides down along my body, then swirls his tongue around my nipples. He kisses every bit of bare skin.

His touch is familiar and surprising at once. I whisper that I need him. He drags his beard across my stomach, and then he’s pulling down my cotton pants and underwear.

Our bodies are a blur of tangled limbs.

While he works on my clothes, I drag his shirt off over his head. I rub my hands all over his beautiful skin, unable to satisfy my need to touch him.

Our breathing gets heavy, and I move down to battle his jeans. The bottom of one leg was cut away, but I can see that the jeans won’t come off over his new cast. I’
ll have to get some scissors and cut him free.

I wriggle out from underneath him and jump off the couch.

He grumbles a warning that he’ll chase me down if I try to run.

“I’m naked, Luca. I’m not going to get far.”

“And I’m on crutches, so it’s a fair match.”

Giggling, I run to the bathroom, and return with a pair of scissors, plus some condoms I had ready for our last dinner.

He watches me as I gently cut away his jeans, moving up from his knee to his hip.

“There’s something in the pocket for you,” he says, nodding down at himself.

I reach over and grab his package. “I think I know what it is.”

He grins. “Close, but check the little square pocket.”

I pull the jeans off his other leg and check the pocket.

“Your heart.” I hold the tiny charm he gave me once, then took away.

“It’s yours now,” he says.

“Maybe I don’t want it. You know what? That was really mean when you gave it to me, then took it back.”

“It was just a joke.” He looks away, frowning. “I was going to give it back, but then I missed my chance. I missed my chance every day.”

“What are you saying?” I pull back, resting on my knees on the sofa, one arm coming up to cover my chest. “Have you been thinking about me this whole time?”

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he says. “But I’m stubborn. Listen, if you won’t take me back, I understand. I wouldn’t take me back either, because the truth is… if I hadn’t gotten hurt last night, and hadn’t gone to the hospital, and hadn’t realized how bad I needed you, I don’t know if I would have ever found my way back to you.”

“Don’t talk like that.” I shake my head, fighting back tears again.

“My father never remarried. He’d meet someone, and they’d go on five, maybe six dates, and then they’d have one fight and it would be over. I learned to not get attached.”

“You’re making me sad.”

“I’m so glad I broke my foot. A broken foot is nothing, compared to me ruining my life by being too damn stubborn to see what’s good for me.”

I turn and look down at the cast on his foot.

“Luca, I’m as much to blame as you are. I pushed you away when you were willing to talk. And then I sent you those flowers, and didn’t go to your party. I didn’t think I was good enough for you.”

I look down at my bare knees, feeling more naked than I’ve ever been in my life.

“But you’re perfect,” he says.

“Perfectly awful.” I grin at him.

“However it happened, we have a second chance,” he says. “From now on, we don’t walk away mad. Not ever.”

I widen my eyes and whisper-yell, “SORRY I’M A JERK.”

He grins, and also whisper-yells, “SORRY I’M A BIG, TALL JERK.”

I’m still clutching the heart in my fingers. He takes the tiny charm from me and sets it carefully on the side table.

“Be gentle with my heart,” he says.

I take him by the shoulders and push him onto his back, then I help him straighten his legs out on the cushions. I grab a soft pillow to prop up his cast, and then I start kissing him, starting at the top of the cast and working my way up.

I take a few detours, and circle back, kissing and licking some of the areas that I’ve been missing the most over the past few months.

He’s very responsive to my touch, occasionally groaning about the slow torture, while pleading me to never stop.

We both get hotter and hotter, until he grabs for one of the packets and gets ready. I climb on, cowgirl style, and show him how gentle and loving I can be, and then how wild.

His body is my playground. I run my hands over his chiseled chest and abs. I lean forward and grab his biceps, pretending to hold him down.

I grind myself against him, making up for lost time.

I catch him staring up at me.

Breathing heavily, I ask, “Want to switch and get on top?”

“I’m enjoying the view too much. Plus the cast makes things awkward.”

I slow down to a standstill. “Oh, your poor foot. Is this bad?”

His eyes go wide. “Don’t stop! You were making me feel better than Vicodin.”

He runs his hands up the tops of my thighs, then rakes down with his hard fingernails, lightly scratching my skin.

I moan and grip him tightly within me.

He closes his eyes and rocks his hips, encouraging me to keep going.

I plant my palms across his wide, hard chest and let myself go. My body knows how I want him, and it matches how he wants me.

When I’m nearing my peak, I open my eyes and spot the heart charm on the side table. The sun is streaming in the windows, and the heart is gleaming like a diamond.

I close my eyes and give myself to Luca.

I think I’m happy, but maybe it’s just physical.

I love waking up in Luca’s arms. We’ve been back together for two weeks now, and it’s heaven. He’s so soft and furry. Plus he purrs.

Wait. Purrs?

I open my eyes and look at what I thought was Luca’s arm across my chest. It’s actually Muffin. He’
s looking comfortable, with his ginger-orange cat body stretched across my torso.

“Hello, my number one boyfriend,” I coo at the cat.

Luca’s clunking around in the galley kitchen on one bare foot and one walking cast, making coffee by the smell of it.

“I know you’re talking to the cat,” he says, pretending to have hurt feelings. For the last two weeks, Muffin has been coming to visit a lot, and Luca jokingly acts like a jealous boyfriend. He and the cat seem to be bonding on their own, though, often snuggling up on the couch together watching their favorite crime shows. Well, Luca likes his crime shows and Muffin likes a warm lap. 

I stretch and roll to the side, tipping Muffin off me and into my arms. I bury my face in my fur and inhale. He likes to sleep in fresh laundry, and he always smells so good. He pulls away and marches off, flicking his tail in disgust.

“Why do you keep sneaking over here?” I ask the cat. He flicks his tail and gives me a hurt look. “Oh, Meenie’s not giving you enough attention.”

I sit upright on my couch and shake my head to clear the sleep. It’s only nine o’clock in the evening, and I must have conked right out after dinner.

I turn and give Luca a shy smile. “Was I snoring? Or drooling?”

He flicks the switch to get his coffee brewing. “You’re my Sleeping Beauty,” he says.

“Luca, I don’t understand how you can drink coffee in the evening and still sleep.”

“It’s half-caff.” He grabs one crutch to help him walk, and brings me a cup of tea with a speed that’s surprising for a guy in a cast. “Careful, it’s hot,” he says.

I smooth down my hair, feeling self-conscious, and take the tea. “You take such good care of me.”

“Hah!” He hops back to the kitchen to watch the coffee maker finish brewing his cup. “You’re the one who looks after me,” he says. “Trust me on this one. For a guy who grew up with just his father, I notice when a woman is being good to me.”

“Who wouldn’t be good to you? You’re adorable.”

He snorts, which only makes him look more adorable.

“You’d be surprised,” he says. “I don’t like to talk about the past, because it’s all in the past, but I’ve dated some women with some weird ideas about how things should be. Some real Barbie doll types.”

“Like that real estate agent? Somehow, I can’t imagine you putting up with that for long.”

He laughs, his sexy voice a deep rumble. I bite my lower lip. We haven’t made love since this morning, and I’m already anticipating our next session. Just the mention of other women is making me want to claim Luca, body and soul.

The coffee maker finishes gurgling, and he hops back over to the couch and sits next to me.

“Cheers.” He clinks his mug against my tea cup.

“Sorry I fell asleep after dinner like that. I was up late last night, worrying about my sister.”

“Meenie? Why?”

Muffin jumps up on the couch with us and starts testing out whose lap is better. Luca pats the cat with his big hands, stroking him hard enough to pull Muffin’s upper eyelids back so he looks like he’s in a wind tunnel. The cat loves it, preferring Luca’s lap over mine. The little traitor.

“Well, it’s Tuesday. She’s at her self-help group tonight, which is why the Muff-meister is over here. I’m worried that the group is becoming her main relationship. Do you think maybe it’s a cult?”

Luca chuckles. “If she shaves her head and takes an interest in the tambourine, I’ll get worried then.” He leans over and plants a kiss on my lips. I don’t like the taste of coffee, except for on Luca’s mouth. I could taste that all night.

“Meenie’s always had trouble with relationships.”

He sips his coffee, listening without commenting.

I continue, “When we were eight, she’d hold boys down and kiss them. I swear this one family moved away from the neighborhood because they thought she was bullying their son.”

Luca fights a smirk. “She’s quite the girl. I like your sister, and not just because she reminds me of you. She’s got a good heart, and she cares about other people. You know, I’ve got a mechanic at the shop who might like what she has to offer.”

I reach up and pat his chest. “You’re the one with the good heart.” I keep rubbing, enjoying the ridges of his muscles under his shirt. He grabs my hand and kisses my fingertips.

“It’s too early to pull out the bed,” he says.

“Tease.” I pull my hand away.

“We could watch some TV, or we could put on some music and play that Scrabble you have in the closet.”