Page 90 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“I think I love your mom.” I laughed.
“Were you into the royal wedding?”
“I mean, I didn’t get a commemorative coin to remember the day but I watched, and I might have picked up a magazine or two. And I don’t care what people say, Pippa didn’t steal the show.”
“I agree; she was beautiful but nothing beat Kate in that lace-top dress.”
I paused and studied him for a second with a quirk in my lips.
“Are you gay?” I asked.
A guttural laugh came from him as his head flew back.
“No, I just get to hear my mom talk about the royal family all the time. No joke, anything that happens, she calls to talk to me about it.”
“How did she feel when Prince George came into the picture?”
“She made a scrapbook for the occasion. Printing pictures off the Internet of Prince William as a baby and glued them next to Prince George, she swears they’re identical but they really aren’t. To please her, I just agree.”
“You’re such a good son.” I patted his cheek.
“I try to be, so obviously, when she sent me a package from London, mind you, I knew it had to be a pair of royal socks. She also put in some tea and shortbread, stating it was the best she had ever had.”
“Seems like maybe she was supposed to be born in London.”
“Tell me about it. She would move there in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for me and my brother. She is attached to my niece, so she would never live that far from her. We’re nervous though because my mom has already started talking to my niece about the royal family and becoming a princess one day. She believes she could be Prince George’s wife. She even tells my brother there is nothing wrong with his daughter being a cougar.”
“Oh, that is amazing,” I chuckled. “Your mom seems awesome.”
“She is.”
The oven beeped, and I helped Greg take them out, cut them up, and plate them. I had to use a fork and knife to eat mine because I’d put a little too many toppings on mine, and every time I picked up a slice, it just flopped over, and all the toppings fell off.
We ate our pizza, which was quite good, and talked about small things, keeping the conversation light and fun. The date I was dreading earlier, was turning out to be fun. I should have known Greg was going to be a good guy from the messages he’d sent me.
After we finished the pizzas, cleaned up and wiped down the counters, Greg grabbed my hand and led me back to his couch, this time, he sat much closer, still wrapping his hand around the couch as his other hand held mine.
“Thank you for coming over tonight,” he said, looking me directly in the eyes.
“Thank you for having me over,” I responded just as Bear took a seat next to us and started licking himself.
The loud slurp of his tongue echoed through the silent room, and it was all I could focus on.Glancing down, I looked at Bear and saw him lightly nibbling on his crotch, apparently trying to dig deep into his dirty junk. The noise, smell, and look of him cleaning himself had me revolting and wanting to dry-heave. I thought Sir Licks-a-Lot was bad when he cleaned his mini kitty balls, but this was one hundred times worse because the noise was like a slurping whale trying to waft through shit. It was nasty.
“Doing you’re daily cleaning, bud?” Greg asked while looking fondly at Bear.
I wiped the look of disgust off my face as I watched Greg admire his dog’s cleaning tactics and wondered how the man could possibly enjoy watching that, let alone hear it.
“He’s really getting in there, isn’t he?” I asked, trying to be polite.
“Oh yeah,” Greg responded, almost proud. “Bear has to have the cleanest balls in the Upper West side. Isn’t that right, buddy?” Greg asked as he leaned down and rubbed Bear on the head.
“Well, what an accomplishment,” I said, trying to hide the sarcasm, which I did a good job at since Greg turned to me and smiled. He pulled me in closer to him and started playing with my hair.
I could see it in the way he kept glancing down at my lips and the way he was inching closer every second. Yup, he wanted to kiss me.
The thrill I felt when someone leaned in to kiss me never seemed to change. I grew nervous and excited simultaneously.
Closing my eyes, I leaned forward as well, just as Greg’s hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me in that last inch. His lips hit mine and gently started kissing me, and I reciprocated.
