Free Summer Son by Anna Martin Page B

reached his hands out to me, and I smiled as I pulled him close.
    “I won’t be long,” I said to Zane, who nodded.
    Harrison went down quickly, not even finishing half his bottle before succumbing to sleep. When I went back out to the living room Zane was curled up with my copy of Harry Potter . I sat down on the couch and pulled him to me for a kiss.
    “That was quick,” he murmured.
    “Yeah. I think he likes you reading him stories.”
    “I like doing it.”
    I kissed him again, then went back to the kitchen to serve up dinner.

Chapter 6

     
    “Y OU DON ’ T have a TV,” he said as I carried two plates through to the living room.
    “No,” I said. “I don’t even notice anymore. Here.”
    “This looks amazing,” he said, sliding to the floor to put his plate on the coffee table.
    I rarely sat on the floor to eat and decided to live wild and join him down there.
    “Why not?”
    “Why not what?”
    “Why don’t you have a TV?”
    I sighed. “Not sure, really. Oliver took the one from in here when he left, and I never got around to replacing it. The screen on my computer is big enough that if I want to watch a movie or something I just pull the couch around and watch it on that.”
    “Oh. I wondered if it was something to do with not exposing Harrison to the evil television.”
    “No,” I said with a snort. “Some kids’ TV is awesome. Have you seen Adventure Time ?”
    “Yes,” he said emphatically.
    “I love it. I’m obsessed. He’s too young to get it yet, though.”
    “It’s wasted on anyone under the age of fifteen.”
    “You’re probably right.”
    He wound a long stretch of mozzarella around his finger and sucked it into his mouth while I tried not to stare.
    “This is really good,” he said when he caught me staring.
    “Thanks. It’s actually pretty easy to make. Like lasagna, without the beef.”
    “Mm.”
    After we finished eating, I set the plates aside, downed half my glass of wine, and leaned back against the sofa cushions, rubbing my overfull stomach.
    “So,” Zane said, running his hand up and down my arm from elbow to wrist. “What are we going to have as background noise while we make out like horny teenagers?”
    “Well,” I said, then cleared my throat. “I thought Die Hard .”
    “Ah. A classic.”
    I already had the movie downloaded onto my computer, so it only took a moment to get it ready to play. I turned the lights off, the one from the hallway enough to see by, and pulled the curtains closed.
    When I settled back again, it was with Zane’s head on my shoulder. We made it about five minutes into the movie before his lips were on my skin.
    When the movie finished and Alan Rickman fell to his dramatic death, Zane rolled onto his back and looked up at me.
    “Still a classic.”
    “Hmm.”
    I leaned in and kissed him again, even though my lips were feeling sore, bruised from all the kissing and biting we’d already done.
    “Do you have music on there too?” he asked.
    “Sure. Lots. I have music on all the time.”
    “Okay. Stay here.”
    Zane hauled himself off the sofa and fiddled around on the computer for a minute, his back obscuring what was going on. I was quietly amused and intrigued in equal parts. My neck was starting to ache, so I wriggled into a sitting position.
    The speakers weren’t on particularly loud, but I still jumped when the track started.
    “My mind is telling me no… but my body… my body is telling me yes….”
    “Is that—” I started, and he turned back. The words dried up in my throat as he bit his lip and smoldered at me. There was no other way to describe it. “What the… what are you doing?”
    Zane cocked his head to the side as the music started. “Seducing you.”
    “To… ‘Bump ’n’ Grind’?”
    “I’m from the ’hood, baby. This is how we do it.”
    Even I could admit that the rhythmical rolling of his hips was mesmerizing. Zane spread his knees obscenely wide as he danced, and I was torn between