A little part of me roused, stretching eagerly. “Yes, Daddy?”
Chuckling, he rolled us over and cradled me so I didn’t fall off the edge of my twin mattress. “Youarethe gift, you know that?”
I wasn’t, but I’d happily given my heart to him.
I traced his cheek and kissed the corner of his smile, the pot of poinsettias in full, bright bloom at our side.
It didn’t matter what role he or I took on, or what time of year it was, our love was magical enough to inspire me for a lifetime.
Epilogue: Angel
A few days later, I danced around Harvey’s apartment in one of his T-shirts and flannel pants.
He cracked open the coffee creamer. “You’re going to trip.”
“I am not.” His oversized stuff was more fun to dance in than my pajamas.
The toaster oven pinged.
I sucked in an excited breath, then dashed for the kitchenette. My foot tangled in the floppy long pant leg, and I tripped towards the counter, flailing.
Harvey caught me before I crashed. “Take those off,” he said.
“But I want breakfast.” I pouted.
“Sugar…” That tone meant my ass would be his in five seconds, one way or another.
“Fine.” I pushed the waistband down and stepped out of his pants. I hung them over the back of the chair and got our breakfast ready wearing only his shirt and my lace-trimmed panties.
He smirked, then rolled his lip ring between his teeth. “You know that wasn’t what I meant.”
“I’m busy.” I pulled out the too-hot toast, dropped it on a plate, and sucked my burned fingers while I got the toppings ready.
“You’re busy, huh? Too busy to listen to me?” He crowded me against the counter and looped his fingers through the waist of my panties. “You think you know everything. Are you a big girl right now?”
My breath hitched, apple butter dripping down my frozen knife. Right now, with Harvey pressed against me, I was somewhere between a bratty girl and a sassy woman. “M-maybe.”
His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot and misty as he played with the edge of my panties. “Because if you were, I’d take these off right now and give you all the trouble you need.”
Did that mean spanking or sexy things? I swallowed around my swelling tongue and inched back against him, setting the knife down. “Harvey, I’m hungry.”
“Get it while it’s hot, then, baby.” He lovingly smacked my backside and strode off to finish making eggs and coffee.
Bereft of his warmth, I wobbled. Could I say I meant I was hungry for a good banging? My tummy rumbled. Maybe after breakfast.
Harvey winked at me over his mug.
Definitely, after.
I pressed the heart cookie cutter into our toast, my toes curling in my slipper socks at the smell of fresh bread and a happy little crunch.
Smiling, I set out our breakfast and piled the crusts on Harvey’s plate. “I wish I could start every day like this.”
“Toast and eggs?” He slid the scramble portion onto our respective plates.
“With you, silly.” I sat cross-legged on my chair and pulled him closer to me. “And not just because you feed me.”
“Youcanstay over, you know.” He rested his knee against mine. “Even if I’m working.”
