Yes, I also fully recognized this was a huge breach of his privacy, but…
Yeah. I had to know.
Iwantedto know.
He’d been a man of his word but the way he’d called me “good girl” at dinner the other night unexpectedly drenched my panties in a way I had not expected.
At all.
And in a way I realized Ireallyliked.
When he finally arrived, Lilah wasn’t home because she’d been called out to assist with logistics regarding the wildfire and I had neatly replaced everything into the duffle bag and set it on the floor at the end of the bed in the spare bedroom.
He looked exhausted, smelled like smoke, and what I wanted to do was wrap my arms around him and hug him.
“Sorry I’m so much trouble,” is what he said when he walked in after I met him at the door.
“You’re not trouble,” I said, meaning it. “You needed help and I was able to help.”
He dropped a large gear bag on the tile floor in the entryway and trudged into the kitchen, where he stared at the three urns before reaching out and flipping through the undamaged albums.
I closed the front door and followed him. “I wasn’t sure where to put them. I figured I’d let you do that.”
He slowly nodded, his eyes tearing up. I knew he’d lost them when he was fifteen, in a drunk-driving crash, but just like he hadn’t pried into our pasts we offered him the same respect.
“Thanks, sweetie,” he hoarsely said.
Then he turned and tightly hugged me and I didn’t care he smelled like smoke and sweat and still wore his turnout pants. I wrapped my arms around him and noted howrightthis felt.
Everythingabout him felt right.
I don’t know how long we stood there, but he kissed my forehead before releasing me and stepping back. “Thank you,again, sweetie,” he said.
Maybe this wasn’t the right time to have this conversation, but I had a feeling if it wasn’t discussed now, it might grow into an uncomfortable topic that grew more so the longer it was left unspoken.
“I found your bag,” I said. “It’s in the guest room.”
He froze, staring down at me. “My… bag?”
“Yeah.Thatbag.”
He blinked. “Um… oh.”
I forged ahead. “I’m sorry. We were moving so fast to get stuff out and I unzipped it there, saw what was in it, and then later once I was here…”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You snooped,” he finished, and it wasn’t a question.
My cheeks heated. For some reason, I automatically clasped my hands behind my back and I couldn’t meet his gaze. “Yes,” I whispered.
He didn’t speak for an uncomfortably long time. I finally looked up to find him still staring at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher.
“Yes,what?” he softly said.
Oooh, there went my pussy again, this time full-on clenching and my clit throbbing. “Yes… Sir?” I tried.
He reached out with one finger and tipped my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Do we need to have a talk?”
My mouth went dry and I fought the urge not to squirm. I know we’d said we’d take it slow, and I’d meant it.
