“You friends with her?”
I shake my head. “Her kids used to torment Henry Miller.”
“They also damaged a bunch of shit.”
“I was only in her place once or twice.” Mainly to tell her to keep her kids away from my cat, but I’m not going to get into that right now.
“Well…” He sets my kitchen towel on the sink and turns to face me, crossing one of his legs over the other. My eyes go right to his crotch.
It can’t be helped.
“What now?”
“Huh?” I ask distractedly.
“Should I go home?” The look on his face is sincere and a little unsure.
I’m not ready for him to leave. “Want to watch something?”
“Sure.”
I lead us back into the living room and sit on my sofa, picking up the remote to my tiny television. “What are you in the mood for?” I glance at him and see his brow arch. “Besides that.” I snicker.
“Anything. I just want to wrap you up in my arms and relax.”
Clicking the buttons on the remote, I mumble, “Sounds a lot like snuggling.”
“Snuggling is exactly what I’m talking about.”
And that, right there, ladies in gents, is game over.
I’m a lost cause as it relates to Sam Griffin. Not only is he the best-looking man I’ve ever seen, but he’s a snuggler.
Chapter Sixteen
Have Mercy
Sam
I’m not a snuggler. Never have been, but there’s something about this woman that makes me want to be.
“Want to watch some sort of sports show, a comedy, police show?”
“Comedy is good.” I need a good laugh after the last day and a half.
I watch as she flips it to a show that’s now in reruns. I always liked the show, so it’s a good pick.
“This okay?” She’s looking up at me with the sweetest expression, like she really wants to know my thoughts.
Another novelty.
“It’s great.” I reach my arm out and raise it hoping she gets the hint. That I want her close so I can hold her.
She moves in, resting her head on the part of my arm connected to my chest. She laughs at something on the TV, and I release a sigh. When she starts moving her little hand over my chest, that changes things from relaxing to arousing. And because I promised her we’d take it slow, I reach up with my left hand and hold hers steady.
“Sorry,” she says with a tinkling laugh.
“’S okay.”
