“It might be tomorrow. I can barely move after Dair tackled me,” I lied.
“For fuck’s sake,” Dair pushed out.
“He tackled ye?” Bally asked, but I no longer had the phone.
Dair slipped it from my hand and put it to his ear.
“She wrenched it running, Dad. Long story. But you can see to this?” He paused. “Good. Appreciated.” Another pause and then a, “Aye, Dad. Thanks.”
With that, he hung up.
“Another learning moment, you control the narrative,” I educated him.
“We were meant to be together since we were born?” he asked.
“I believe I said ‘leading up to,’ but that works as well. Though, I should mention I had a huge crush on you when I was a kid.”
His brows shot up. “You did?”
I nodded.
“How much better is your back?” he asked.
Mm.
I knew that look in his eye.
I loved that look in his eye.
“Could ye handle me going down on you?” he pressed when I didn’t respond.
I could handle him going down on me if I was dangling from a building by my fingernails.
“I think I could struggle through it.”
He kissed me.
Then he went down on me.
He refused my offer to reciprocate and instead went to find Christine to tell her we were eating dinner in bed.
And that was what we did, watching telly and cuddling.
I fell asleep during Mad Max: Fury Road (one could say that movie was not for me, though Tom Hardy wasn’t hard on the eyes).
And when I slept, tucked close in Dair’s arms, I slept like a baby.
Chapter 23
Door Number Two
Blake
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A knock on the door (kind of) woke me.
Dair slipping away from my body made me open my eyes.
