"You look hungry," she teases, removing her robe and baring herself to me while she grabs clothes from our suitcase. My body instantly reacts once again as my dick twitches in my pants atthe sight of her. I swallow hard and pinch the bridge of my nose, knowing she needs food and rest, not me mauling her.
"If I have my way, you'll be dessert," I mutter low through gritted teeth, turning around to walk out of the room before I devour her on the bed.
She laughs, letting me know she heard me anyway.
When she emerges from the bedroom, she's comfy and cozy, swallowed up in her hoodie and sweatpants. We eat our food, and I'm happy when I see Sophie eat half of her sandwich, putting the other half in the fridge to save it for later. We share secret smiles, eat the mac salad right out of the plastic container, and I kiss away a smear of chocolate on her lips. It's perfect.
When we settle on the couch, Sophie burrows into my side, and we flip through the channels to find something to watch. Sophie's eyes light up when we find a show calledReal Housewives. I've never seen it, but I think I've vaguely heard Tonya and Bailey talk about it as a comfort show.
I don't know what's comforting about it, though. It seems to be about rich women getting Botox, buying expensive clothes, attending lavish dinners, and yelling at each other.
"Why are they always arguing?" I ask Sophie as one lady almost flips a table in the middle of an argument.
"They're rich, they have no real problems, so they're bored," Sophie replies without missing a beat. "Also, it's mostly scripted."
"And you like this show because..."
Sophie considers the question for a moment before she smiles.
"It's like us at the zoo," she says. "Observingstrange, fascinatingcreatures in their natural habitats."
I bark a laugh at her explanation. She smiles briefly before suddenly looking a little shy. "Are you bored? Do you want me to turn it off?"
"No," I reply immediately, meaning it. "It's actually quite entertaining."
Sophie beams and settles back into my side.
A soft, gentle rain begins falling outside, the sound lulling us into peace. We're warm inside, watching this ridiculous show and cuddling together.
It's calm. It's tranquil.
It's...everything.
"This was the best day, Callum." Sophie's words are a sleepy whisper against my chest.
Those words land heavy and warm, settling in my bones. I want to replicate this feeling again and again.
Leaning down, I kiss Sophie's head. "It really was."
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"Aw, it says it's gonna rain for the next week," Sophie says, scrolling the weather app on her phone and sounding a little disappointed. It's been raining on and off all night, the sound softly lulling us to sleep. We're waiting at the elevators, about to check out and head back home. She pouts, her bottom lip poking out in a way that threatens to unravel me. "We won't be able to watch our sunsets."
The way she saysourmakes something warm bloom in my chest. Our sunsets.Ours.
"I'm sure we can find things to do—inside and warm," I lean in close, dipping to meet her eyes. The thought of a rainy week spent inside with Sophie, whether at the store or at her apartment, doesn't sound bad at all. I grin, watching as her disappointment completely dissolves, a matching grin blooming on her face. "You, me,Lord of the RingsExtended Editions?"
The elevator dings its arrival, the doors sliding open, and Sophie hums with pleasure at my words. "Have I told you that Ilovethe way your brain works, Mr. Rhodes?"
"Once or twice," I shrug casually, biting back a smile as I hold the elevator door for her. She presses the lobby button, and when the doors glide shut, I wrap my arm around her shoulders. "But I'll never get tired of hearing praise from you."
"This weekend was..." she starts, her voice trembling. Her eyes are a bit glassy as she tilts her head up, "Thank you so much, my otter."
"Anything for you, baby," I murmur, dipping to kiss her forehead.
But the moment my lips touch her skin, I freeze.
She's warm.
