Poppy: I’m fine.Just sitting on the couch, watching holiday movies.
Me: Bullshit.
A grin pulled across my face as I watched the screen, waiting for her response.In the short time I’d gotten to know Poppy, I knew that sitting down and watching a cheesy holiday movie was not her cup of tea.It wouldn’t surprise me if by the time Gage and Julie got back, Poppy had redecorated the entire inn for them.She got restless easily, and I loved how we used to handle that restless energy.
Poppy: Are you calling me a liar?
Me: Yes.
Poppy: The nerve...
Me: Prove it.
I felt Gage’s eyes on me, but I ignored it as he continued his conversation with Julie and I had a few minutes to chat with Poppy.Then a picture message came through, and I about lost it.
Poppy was sitting on the couch at the inn, wearing nothing but my t-shirt, her legs spread wide as she chewed her nail, looking at the camera.The shirt was pulled up just enough to give me a glimpse of her pussy, which made it even hotter.
Me: I fucking miss you.
Poppy: I miss fucking you.
I grinned and shook my head.She was going to be the death of me.
Me: I’m officially inviting myself over to dinner at the inn tonight.I’ll see you as soon as I can.
Poppy: I’ll be waiting.
I put my phone away and made it my mission to rush through grabbing the rest of the stuff we needed so I could get back to Poppy sooner.
Thirty-One
Poppy
Igot dressed quicklyafter sending the naughty photo to Patrick, just in case Julie was already on her way back.She hadn’t been gone long, but I didn’t want to risk her showing up and me sitting naked on their couch as I sent dirty messages to my cousin’s best friend.
I pulled on a hoodie after feeling chilly and debated putting on my fleece-lined leggings instead of the loose sweatpants I was wearing.I couldn’t figure out why I had suddenly gotten so cold, especially when they liked to keep the inn nice and toasty.
