“Yeah, but life is weird. All I care about is how happy the two of you are.”
“You’re the best. And look, you benefit, too! Fresh bagels and coffee from the best bakery in town.”
April grinned. “Good point. What else can we get him to get us?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“I kind of want him to re-do my bathroom.”
April laughed. “He can fix toilets, girl. That’s about it.”
“Plumbers can do lots. Sinks, tubs…”
“I’m proud of him for going out there and getting it. He reminds me so much of our father.”
I nodded. “Your family rocks.”
“So do your parents. How are they doing? Either of them dating yet?”
I nearly spit out of my coffee. “No, and I don’t know if they ever will.”
“I bet they do secretly. It’s been over ten years since the divorce. What are they waiting for?”
“Good question.” I said.
We chatted over breakfast and finally, when the snow stopped, and the plows came by, April headed out, wishing me all the best on my date with Zion.
I spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready, from a long soak in the tub where I shaved every part of my body with unwanted hair, to curling my hair, and taking time to do my makeup for the first time in forever.
Usually, I didn’t have anyone to get dressed up for. But tonight, I did. Tonight, it was time for some special memories.
Exactly at seven, my doorbell chimed.
Zion stood on my doorstep, holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers, white lilies. He looked so handsome, his brown hair freshly cut, the sides short with a bit of shag on the top. He wore a dark blue flannel button down, the shirt buttoned and tucked into his sexy dark jeans. I wanted to pull him inside and climb him like a tree, forget about dinner.
His eyes scanned me from head to toe, taking his time as he drank me in. I wore a tight black skirt and top, black knee-high boots, and a long black sweater. I swept my hair up away from my face, exposing my neck and giving me a clear view of his sexy ass.
A knowing smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he whistled, the sound low and deep in his throat.
It vibrated through me, straight to my core, and down between my legs. I squeezed them together and swallowed hard.
“You look like a fucking treat, Ren.” He said before handing me the bouquet. “Maybe we should skip dinner after all.”
I giggled like a damn teenager with a huge, soul sucking crush. “Hello to you too. Come in, let me get these in water.” I stepped aside, and he walked in. Closing the door behind him, I walked towards the kitchen, motioning with my head for him to follow.
Pulling out a vase and filling it with water, I set it on the counter and unwrapped the bouquet. I grabbed a pair of scissors and trimmed the bottoms before sliding them in the water. “Would you like a drink before we go?”
“I’d love one. But you can’t hold it against me if I kiss you and we never leave.”
“Okay, I’m thinking you really want to skip dinner.” I opened the fridge and pulled out a beer for him and a wine cooler for me.
Zion’s hot breath fell on the back of my neck and I froze, my hands on each bottle.
His fingers landed on my waist, pressing into my skin, and my spine stiffened. I inhaled sharply, every inch of me very aware of him.
“It’s not that I want to. There’s just something here I’d much rather feast on.” Zion’s mouth fell onto my neck and when he latched on, I gasped, my head falling back against his chest.
“Fuck it. I’m not that hungry, anyway.” I said, spinning around and pressing my hands flat against his chest. I clawed my way up, fisting his shirt, as his hands went straight to my ass. He lifted me and I threw my legs around his waist, as he pressed me into the fridge, his mouth landing on my neck.
A chill ran through me as he moved us out of the fridge, shutting the door and walking me over to my table. Zion set me down and my legs fell to my sides as my hands pulled athis flannel, hastily undoing the buttons before sliding it off his broad shoulders.
