“What’s the rush? Not like we can do anything or go anywhere.” She gestured to the window at the violent haze of white outside. “The storm is back in full force.”
“Well, what did you want to do?” I asked, arching a brow.
She shrugged. “Cuddle and go back to sleep, then wake up and have more sex.”
I barked a laugh. “Is that so?”
She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. She patted the bed next to her.
I fought a smile, but climbed back in bed with her. She snuggled up against me, letting out a sigh of content. She felt so good in my arms, at my side.
Like she was right where she belonged.
Thoughts like that would get me in trouble.
I was definitely fucked.
Once Gianina finally let me out of bed, I showered and got dressed for the day. The storm was back with a vengeance, so I started a fire to combat the chill in the cabin.
Then, I went around and did all my security checks, making sure everything was locked, all the sensors and cameras were online, and the generators were charged up.
“Everything in order, Drill Sergeant?”
A small smile curved my lips as I turned to face her. “Yes. Are you hungry?”
“Starving actually. I didn’t realize sex made you so hungry.”
I laughed. “How does french toast sound?”
“Amazing,” Gianina answered giddily. Her happiness was infectious, and I hated to admit I preferred this version of her rather than the sulking, bratty mafia heiress.
After we had breakfast, Gianina went and sat in her favorite chair by the fire with her sketchbook.
I grabbed the crime thriller I’d been reading and sat down across from her.
Ever since the storm started, we’d gotten into a comfortable routine. Since there wasn’t much to do, she would sketch or read, and I would read or work on something around the cabin. Sometimes we’d watch something on one of the streaming sites, but we typically didn’t like the same shows.
Go figure.
But now that we were having sex, I wasn’t sure exactly how to act around her.
After an hour or so, Gianina sighed. I glanced up from my novel to see her setting her sketchbook on the coffee table. “I’m bored. Let’s play Life.”
Arching a brow, I chuckled. “Okay.”
She hopped up and went to the closet with all the games, then came back and started setting up the board.
“I can’t even remember the last time I played this,” I stated, closing my book and setting it down.
“It’s been a few years for me, but it’s one of my favorites.”
I watched Gianina set up the spinner, money, and cards. Then, she grabbed the pink car and a pink person and set it on the starting point.
I picked the green car and a blue person, then set it next to hers.
Smiling, she asked, “College or career?”
“Career. I’m not starting off in debt.”
