Fucking mine.
We’re panting, sweaty, and my girl is a complete, glorious mess.
I fucking love it.
“Stay.” I kiss her shoulder, then cross to the bathroom to wet a towel. I wipe myself off, tuck myself away, and then, with a fresh towel, I cross back to her and get to work cleaning up my mess. When I’ve finished, I help her back into her clothes, sans panties, then tug her to me, tuck her under my chin, and hold her tight. “Thisis how it was supposed to go before. No running away from me. No being angry.”
“We’ve come a long way.” She presses her sweet lips to my chest and tips her chin up to smile at me. “Better?”
“I’m fine, baby.”
“What’s wrong? You’re on edge. Did something happen?”
Yeah, my girl knows me.
“It was just a shitty day. One thing after another. And I couldn’t get away to come over and help you get ready for tomorrow.”
“I’m fine.” She rubs a circle over my heart. “We got everything finished and ready to go. I even managed to prep a bunch of stuff, and I’m ready to bake at five in the morning.”
“Fuck, that’s early.”
She smiles and nuzzles into me again. “Sometimes if I’m not able to prep the dough the day before, I have to go in at three.”
“You won’t go in alone at that time of the night.”
She frowns up at me. “It’s perfectly safe.”
“I said what I said.”
“You’re bossy.”
“You knew that when you married me.” I kiss her forehead and then her nose. “Did you bring enough food for two?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d eat with you. Do you still have a lot of work to do?”
I sigh and reach for the bag, pull out two to-go containers, and take a deep breath.
“Yeah, I have to stay for a while yet. Is this pasta?”
“Yes, but it’s better when it’s warm.”
I laugh and open one, put a fork in it, and pass it to my girl before grabbing my own.
“I’ll eat cold pasta any time if it means I get to fuck you into oblivion first.”
Her cheeks heat at that.
“You’re fucking adorable, Jules. You know that, right?”
“I’mnotadorable. I’m a mess. I can’t believe you?—”
She shakes her head, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“Finish that thought.”
“No.”
With raised eyebrows, I set my food aside, take her chin in my fingers, and make her look at me.
