“Are you almost finished in there?” Jessica called from the bedroom. “I need to do my hair and we’re already running late.”
He’d try the passive approach. A tad less passive than trying to stick it on her finger while she slept, but he couldn’t talk, so this method would make sense. He wasn’t being a coward. She’d find this simple action romantic. Right? Of course she would.
He set the ring on the edge of the sink where she was sure to find it and, heart thudding with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, left the master bathroom clean-shaven and ready to face a day of being silent in the studio. After Jess found the ring and they made love for a couple of hours to celebrate, that is.
Sed stepped up behind Jessica and planted a kiss on the side of her neck. Just thinking about that ring on her finger had him more randy than a teen who’d just touched his first real boob. Her shorts hindering skin on skin contact, Sed’s hands slid over the ridges of her hipbones and down between her thighs.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, “if you don’t stop that, we’re never going to make it out of here.” She glanced up at him over her shoulder. “You okay? You look a little pale.”
He nodded at her curtly.
“Your throat hurts, doesn’t it? Go eat another Popsicle. I’ll hurry.”
Another Popsicle did sound heavenly—and so did removing these shorts and bending her over the end of the bed for a quickie—but what he wanted most was to hear her reaction when she found her ring on the sink. He wondered if she’d even recognize it. He directed her toward the bathroom and gave her rounded bottom a playful swat.
She laughed and headed for the steamy room beyond the open door. He waited for the sounds of her excitement. And waited. The hair dryer switched on, but no other sounds came from the bathroom. Had she missed seeing it? How could she miss it? He’d set it right there in plain view.
Sed crossed the bedroom and peered through the bathroom door. Her engagement ring still sat untouched on the edge of the sink next to her hip. Any minute now, she’d notice it.
Any minute now.
Any minute now she’d… bump the ring with her belly? Shit! The ring skittered around the basin before plunging down the drain.
Sed darted across the room, nudged Jessica to one side, and stuck his fingers down the drain hole. Nothing but air and a bit of sludge. That’s what he got for being too cowardly to present the ring to her properly in the first place. And for not having a plug in the damn sink drain.
Jessica gave him an odd look. “What are you doing?” she called over the whir of the hair dryer. “Did you lose something?”
He shook his head and went to the kitchen in search of tools. He was sure he had a pipe wrench somewhere. He just hoped the ring had gotten caught in the trap and was not on its way to the sewage treatment plant. While he was in the kitchen, he grabbed a grape Popsicle from the freezer and stuck it in his mouth, allowing the cool liquid to bathe his burning throat. He then returned to the bedroom to wait for Jessica to vacate the bathroom.
Jessica joined him a few moments later, looking so stunning in her little green tank top with her hair just right, her lashes thickened with mascara, and her lips shiny with gloss that he temporarily forgot how to breathe. Thinking? Thinking was totally out of the question. She pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around him, her hands sliding down his lower back toward the heavy weight pressing against his butt. He came to his senses just in time to catch her hands before she discovered the wrench in the back pocket of his jeans.
She smiled at him. “Are you ready?”
He lifted a finger at her to tell her he needed a minute and then closed himself in the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He didn’t want her to know he’d faithfully carried her ring around for such a long time only to lose it down the sink the first time it left his possession for more than five seconds.
He had one side of the trap loosened beneath the sink when she started knocking impatiently.
“Are you all right in there?”
“Fine,” he said, though he doubted she could hear him croaking beneath the sink.
He unscrewed the other side of the trap, trying to limit the amount of clanking he produced, and pulled the pipe loose. He rescued the ring from the sticky goo in the trap and rinsed it in the sink. It took him a moment to register why water started pouring from beneath the cabinet onto his boots.
Dammit! He shut off the water and reached for a towel to soak up the puddle spreading across the floor. Perhaps he should go back to bed and start over. Tucking Jessica’s ring back in his pocket, he took a deep breath before climbing under the sink to reattach the trap. If his throat never healed properly and he had to give up singing, he could mark plumber off his list of potential careers.
“Baby?” Jessica called, the concern in her voice evident even through the door.
He tightened the pipe on both ends, washed his hands, and threw the wet towel from the floor in an inconspicuous corner.
He opened the door to her anxious face. He eased out of the bathroom and closed the door against his back, pulling a face of disgust. “You do not want to go in there,” he said, his throat protesting every word.
She touched his forehead with her fingertips. “You’re all sweaty. Are you sick?”
He shook his head.
“I’m okay,” he rasped, cupping her lovely face in both hands.
“You’d be better if you’d stop talking.” She grinned and stuck something over his lips. He checked the mirror over the dresser. A pink smiley face sticker? Was she f**king kidding him? From her chortle of amusement, he decided she was. She handed the dry erase board to him. “You’re supposed to be using this, remember?”
He nodded obediently, removed the sticker from his mouth, and stuck it to the luscious curve of her breast above the neckline of her tank top. And then it occurred to him. He could ask her by writing it on the board.
Where my ring? he wrote and handed the board to her.
She read it and handed it back to him. Not exactly the excited, tearful reaction he’d been hoping for.
“What ring? I don’t know where it is, Sed. We’ll have to find it when we get back.”
He glanced at his message and realized he’d spelled “wear” wrong. Damn it. He erased the message with his wrist.
WEAR, he wrote.
She glanced at the message and patted him on the back. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter what you wear.”