I stepped closer, taking the hoodie off of the hanger and handing it to her with a sincere smile. “No, I want you to have it. Every time you wear it, you’ll think of me. The same way I think of you when I wear your scarf.”
She smiled and scraped her teeth over that full lower lip of hers. “Thank you.”
Without warning, she lifted her tattered Alanis shirt over her head, giving me a glimpse of her tits.
Gods, I wish I could have been on the other side of that glass yesterday.
She pulled the hoodie over her head before I could act on all the devious thoughts racing through my mind, her significantly smaller body practically drowning in it.
“How do I look?” She pulled up the zipper and gave me a little twirl with her arms flapping in the sleeves.
“Adorable.” I was utterly enamored with this woman. She was all the trouble I’d anticipated and more.
She grabbed her glasses from the nightstand and followed me down to the living room, then over to the windows.
“It’s really coming down out there. Obviously, we get snow in Briar Glenn, but it’s nothing like this.”
I tsked, watching the fat snowflakes cover the deck. “The roads are probably a mess.”
She leaned against me. “Perfect for a night in.”
A perfect night for something else…
“Would you, uh, would you want to take an edible?” I asked shyly.
I didn’t want her to feel pressured, but it was something I enjoyed.
“Alright,” she said with a shrug. “When in Rome.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “It’s still crazy to me that someone with a deep love for ‘90s alternative has never smoked pot.”
“Alistair, I lived in small town U.S.A., watching Nirvana unplugged while my kids were down for their nap. It wasn’t exactly like I had a ton of opportunities. Besides, Don would have flipped his lid.”
Don.
I hated that motherfucker.
Or maybe I was just jealous that he got to spend so many years with her while I was left soaking up whatever time with her I could.
“Well, today that changes. This way to the stash drawer, madame.”
“You have an entire drawer?” She asked and followed me into the kitchen.
“Yes, I have a drawer. I’m CEO of a cannabis company, remember?” I pulled the drawer open, and the skunky scent of pot wafted out.
“Goodness.” She wrinkled her nose. “That is pungent.”
“I take it you’ve never been to a concert either?”
She shook her head.
Yeah. I was taking her to see Alanis.
“You know, I want you to make a list of all the things you’ve always wanted to do but never got the chance to, and we’re going to work our way down the list. We can check off ‘plane ride’ and ‘edibles.’”
Anything she wanted, I’d foot the bill. We’d do it all.
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough for me?”
