He was adorably insane.
My mother was going to love him more than she already did.
“I will do my best but I’ve never had anyone keep me before, so I might need some practice with that part.” He was really good about tackling anything that came up, though, so the idea of talking to him about stressful stuff didn’t bother me as much as it would have with anyone else.
Not having his attention bothered me a lot more, evidently.
“I’m enough of an asshole to like that I’m the first to keep you.” Pressing me tighter against him, he let me feel just how much he liked that. “I also like kissing you.”
We weren’t anywhere near done with the Christmas dinner conversation but I let him distract me with kisses and firm, wandering hands.
Distractions were amazing.
So were his lips and his tongue and his teeth when he nibbled on me.
“Woohoo…they finally got together.”
What the hell?
“Those girls are annoying.”
Oh.
Before I realized what he was doing…or that we’d been making out in the open doorway…Daddy got us inside and shut the door before he took a deep breath. “They need to learn boundaries.”
“I’m not going to be the one to teach them.” But I could kiss Daddy’s cheek. “Thank you for saving me, Daddy.”
He smirked, kissing my nose. “I will always save you.”
He was so cute.
“Just remember that when my parents get overbearing at Christmas.” That seemed to deserve another cheek kiss. “They’re going to be insane but they mean well.”
“As long as we get a bit of alone time and no one screams at me that I’m a pervert, it’s going to be the best Christmas in years.” He was making light of all the chaos in his home life but I could tell he was serious.
“Oh, alone time.”
Oops.
“Um, it’s my turn to confess I forgot something too.” Daddy’s chest jerked but he didn’t laugh. “We’re a perfect match. Um, my mother wanted to know if you’re expecting to stay in a separate guest room because of your Puritanical views on sexuality.”
I didn’t want to edit that too much just in case it came up again later.
“Huh?”
Daddy pulled back just enough to frown at me.
“Let’s try that again, please.” He blinked a few times like he was trying to clear his mental cache. “My Puritanical views on sexuality?”
I wasn’t sure which piece he’d focus on first, but that wasn’t a bad place to start.
“Um, well, your family did come over on the Mayflower. So she’s not wrong.” Not technically.
“How did my views on sex come up?” He was being remarkably calm based on how crazy the conversation was. “Yes, let’s go sit down and we’ll back up the conversation a bit.”
“Okay.” It wasn’t going to make it less weird but we liked cuddling. “Couch or bed?”
The way he rolled his eyes said what he was thinking even though he kept most of it inside. “Couch.”
