“You, me, and Isla.”
Shit! I’d forgotten about my daughter. Not that you could really blame me. The most beautiful woman in the world just told me she loved me. I was floating on cloud nine right now. I’d be lucky if my feet touched the ground for weeks the way I was feeling.
“I’m a lucky guy,” I confirmed.
“Well, not yet. But give me a couple of hours …”
“You’re evil.”
“Yeah, but you love it.”
“You bet your sexy ass I do,” I confirmed, swatting that ass I was so fond of, causing a yelp to escape.
“Wait till you see my ass in the present I bought you.”
I groaned and threw my head back. This woman was going to be the death of me. And now I’d had her beneath me, moaning and groaning as she chased her release, I couldn’t figure out which was the better way to go. Being buried balls deep in her heat or the fun, flirty teasing that led us to that moment. It didn’t matter. Every moment spent with Charlotte was pretty much perfect.
“You’re killing me.”
“Come on. Let’s go help with lunch. Can you pass me my bag please?”
Bending down, I grabbed her bag, only to have my ass slapped as I did. Payback was a bitch and Charlotte always gave as good as she got.
“Actually, I’ve got something for you,” I told her as I handed it over.
“You didn’t have to get me anything.”
“Well, I didn’t really.” I walked over to the chest of drawers and opened the second one. “Here you go.”
“What is it?”
Charlotte walked over and joined me staring into the empty drawer. This morning when I’d been cleaning up, I cleared out a drawer for her. I wanted Charlotte here as much as she could but having her sneaking out early or having to duck home and change before coming over was eating into the precious amount of time we had together.
“You got me a drawer?” Charlotte asked her voice raspy.
“Technically, I emptied you a drawer.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because, Charlotte, I love you and I want you to have your stuff here so you feel more at home. So, you can stay more often.”
“So, I can leave a toothbrush then?”
“You can leave a toothbrush, shampoo, underwear, and clothes. Hell, you can leave tampons here if that’s what you need.”
I was a paramedic and a grown ass man. It wasn’t like I didn't know they existed or why they were needed.
“And pajamas?”
“I draw the line with pajamas.”
“You draw the line with pajamas?”
“Yep. When you’re sleeping in my bed pajamas are banned.”
“And what if Isla decides to climb in?”
Damn Charlotte and her practicality. “Fine. But you wear my t-shirts to bed.”
