She cocked her head. “How is that helpful?”
“Chaos disrupts our normal thought and behavior patterns. It gives us a chance to examine what our priorities are. For example, you didn’t wake up today worried about whether or not you’d find food, right?”
“Right.”
“Of course not, because eating regularly is part of your normal routine.”
“Careful, buddy. Never talk about how regularly a woman eats.”
I laughed. “You know what I mean. You don’t have food insecurities because regular meals are a part of your normal life patterns. But, if you hadn’t eaten in two days, you’d wake up worried about food. The change in your life pattern would cause you to change your priorities.”
“So, you give Hatch a hard time because it’s good for him and he needs it?”
“Maisie calls it ‘taking the mickey,’ and yes, powerful men need to have the mickey taken out of them or they’ll start taking themselves too seriously.”
“He certainly seems to have a soft spot in his heart for you.”
“My father is the only man I’ve ever respected more.”
She smiled gently. “Does Hatch know that?”
“Yeah, baby, he knows.”
Waverly smiled and reached over and felt around my shoulder. “Stronger.”
“Yeah, I actually feel pretty good. Today’s session, notwithstanding.”
“We’ll ice it and give you some ibuprofen.” Patting my cheek she gave me a maniacal grin. “Just wait until I get hold of that leg.”
“Jesus, you’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?”
“Am I?” she asked innocently, then laughed.
“I just want this cast off so we can finally...”
She looped her hands around my neck. “Finally...?”
“Make this official.”
She wrinkled her nose. “You mean, sex? Are you saying you want to have sex with me, Gio?”
“Yeah, Waverly, I’m saying I want to have sex with you. Do you want to have sex with me?”
She slid her fingers into my hair and smiled. “I feel like we should pass a note back and forth with a check yes or no box on it.”
I chuckled. “How do you feel about it? Does it scare you?”
“No. You make me feel safe. And I want to be yourloverrrrrrrr,so bad.”
“Jesus,” I sputtered out. “Don’t ever say that again.”
“What?Loverrrrrr?” She cocked her head. “That doesn’t work for you?”
I bust out laughing, leaning in to kiss her and she scooted forward, sliding her legs over mine, pussy to my dick which drove me to fuckin’ distraction.
“Fuck,” I hissed, breaking the kiss. “We need to stop or I’m gonna fuck you on this weight bench.”
“You know, there are ways around that cast,” she said.
