I lose myself in her kiss, and hope expands in my chest, that maybe, just maybe, even if she doesn’t want to admit it, she’s starting to fall for me too.
Chapter 32: Flowers
Claire
December Twenty-Second
“Morning,” Everett says as I nestle back into him.
“Morning.”
His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me in tight as he nuzzles against my neck, causing goosebumps to erupt down my arms and legs. My mostly bare ass moves against his length, and lust gathers low in my core. The memory of us making out in the hot tub yesterday assaults me. The way he gripped my body with his hands, the way his mouth owned mine, and the feel of his cock grinding up into me. I wanted him then and there, but that’s where it stopped.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks.
“Anything you want,” I reply, a little breathless.
“Good. I have an idea” he says. His lips find the side of my head, and he rolls away, jumping out of bed.
“Wait, where are you going?” I ask, sitting up.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower since you took one last night. Want to get ready and then we can head into town?”
“Head into town?”
That’s not what I wanted to do.
“Yeah.” He walks away, disappearing into the bathroom, and I fall back into the bed feeling incredibly sexually frustrated and a little crazy that I might be reading all the signals I thought he was sending me wrong.
The shower turns on, and I roll from the bed to get dressed.
It doesn’t take me long, and when I finish, the shower is still running. Maybe I should go join him, but then again, he didn’t invite me, so I probably shouldn’t.
Grabbing my phone, I shuffle into the living room and sit on the couch. Opening the text thread I’ve been ignoring for days, my fingers hover above the screen as I consider whether or not I should respond.
Deciding it’s better not to muddle things this late in the game, I close out of it and put the phone on the coffee table.
“Oh, good, you’re ready,” Everett says, walking out of the bedroom.
Looking over to where he stands, my mouth falls open. The towel is hung low on his hips. Black ink is visible on the lower half of his leg. Small droplets of water bead in his chest hair, and he casually runs his hand through his damp locks, like the movement alone couldn’t risk getting me pregnant.
Needless to say, I need his dick and I need it soon or I might combust.
“Hey, did you hear me?” he asks.
“No, sorry. I got distracted.”
He chuckles.
“I was wondering what you thought about going skating with me?” he asks.
“Skating?”
“Yeah, I have that hockey practice later today, but I’ve been wanting to take you since we got here. We have nothing to do, so I thought it might be fun. Do you know how to skate?”
“I’m from New York and my favorite holiday is Christmas; of course I know how to ice skate. My dad used to take Andi and me to Rockefeller Center every year.”
“Another tradition?”
