A huge smile covers her face. “Well …” She walks around the entryway and living room area, thinking where the best place will be. “We got that table to go right here behind your couch to separate the dining room. It would look good there or?—”
I interrupt her, “How about right here?” I set them on the kitchen counter, where I always put my keys and things I use daily. “This way, I’ll get to see them every time I come and go.”
I step back from where I put them and stare at them some more, making sure they’re placed even on the counter. When Christy doesn’t say anything, I turn to her, and she has thesoftest, most genuine expression of wonder written all over her face, but isn’t saying a word.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.
She turns to grab a bag and starts unloading it.
I head her way, stopping her from what she’s doing by reaching for her arm. “Hey.”
She looks up at me, her eyes trying to hide what’s really going on inside her mind.
“Why did you seem so surprised that I put the statues there?”
I feel her hesitation, so I let go of her arm and bring her just slightly closer to me by sliding my hand around to her lower back. We stare into each other’s eyes, and I feel my heart pound a little harder with every breath.
I give her the time she needs to reply, loving just being this close to her.
She finally says, “I guess I thought you would hide them or throw them away, not put them in such a visible spot.”
“But you told me you wanted me to have something that would make me think of you every time I saw it.”
She nods, but doesn’t say anything.
“Does it surprise you that I want to be reminded of you every time I enter and leave my house?”
“A little,” she whispers, her neck fully tilted up so she can see me.
“Don’t be. I only play games on the field. You wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t want you here, so, yeah, when you’re gone, I already know I’m going to want you back here as often as possible.”
Her eyes bounce between mine and my lips, so I take that as my invitation to do what I’ve wanted to all day.
With a step, I’m even closer to her as I keep one hand on the small of her back and move my other one up to her neck,wrapping my fingers through her hair and bringing her lips to mine.
I plan on just a soft kiss, but once I feel her lips, I instantly want more, so I hold her a little closer and open my mouth, swiping my tongue against hers, needing a taste of the woman who’s captured my attention all day.
I know this can go to far very fast if I don’t put a stop to it now, so it takes everything in me to step back and not take us there the first time we kiss.
“Yeah. I’ll need more reminders of you—stat,” I say, and she lets out a loud laugh. “More to come on that for damn sure.”
I leave her in her thoughts, which I’m sure are racing through her head because I know they are in mine. I head to the kitchen to start unboxing the dishes I bought and load them into the dishwasher to clean them before putting them away.
Christy
Why does this guy always leave me speechless? I’m never one to not have something to say, yet today, I’ve noticed he’s had that effect on me multiple times.
He walked to the kitchen, acting like he hadn’t just tilted my entire existence on its side, so I head to the bathroom and start unpacking the things he bought. I’m so thankful when country music fills the air around me, giving me a reprieve from the thoughts swirling through my head.
Once I’m done in the bathroom, I join him in the kitchen, where he surprises me once again by grabbing my hand, twirling me around, and bringing me to him to dance to the lyrics sung by Chris Stapleton.
As the song ends, he hugs me a little tighter, then releases me. “That was perfect timing for you to enter the kitchen. I was just about to surprise you in the bathroom to dance.”
“I’m glad too. Dancing in the bathroom really isn’t my thing,” I respond with a chuckle.
He goes back to what he was doing and asks, “I thought I’d order a pizza. Sound good?”
I nod, so he grabs his phone from the counter and makes the call, and we work together, putting the rest of the things away.
