And here she was.
We’d seamlessly slipped into a routine like we’d never been apart. Like this was natural. Like together was where we belonged.
I plated her sandwich and slid it in front of her. “Dinner is served.”
She picked it up immediately, digging right into it with a big bite.
I raised my brows in anticipation, and she gave me a thumbs-up.
“This is so freaking good,” she mumbled through a mouthful of food.
“I’m glad. Only the best for you.”
“Are you going to make one for yourself?”
I shook my head and headed to the pantry, grabbing a bulk-size jar of peanut butter and setting it on the counter.
“You aren’t allergic, are you?” I asked, remembering that it was a pretty common allergen.
Again, the last thing we needed was an ER visit.
“Nope.”
I slathered a slice of bread with a generous serving of peanut butter and slapped another piece of bread on top.
“You aren’t going to put any jelly on that?” Pam asked, her mouth hanging open when I looked her dead in the eye and took a big bite.
“Nope.” My speech was garbled from the sandwich sticking to the roof of my already dry mouth.
Her eyes narrowed. “I was convinced you weren’t a serial killer, but now I’m not so sure.”
“This was all part of my plan. Coerce you out here, give you orgasms, and make you eat peanut butter sandwiches sans jelly.”
She snorted and brought her hand up to her mouth. “The orgasms are worth it.”
“They’re about all I’m good for.”
“You’re good for all the things.”
Just as I shoved the last bite of the sandwich into my mouth, “Here Comes My Girl” started to play.
I forced my food down and walked over to Pam.
“Dance with me.” I extended my hand out to her, demanding rather than asking.
She briefly looked at my outstretched palm, then slid her dainty little hand into mine.
I slipped my other hand around her waist, leaning over slightly to make up for our size difference, and slowly led her around the kitchen.
Tom Petty’s voice rasped, flowed soft and smooth, then rasped again. I locked eyes with Pam, grinning like a fool because the lyrics conveyed all the things I felt about her.
It was snowing. We were stoned out of our minds, and she was all I needed tonight. I spun her just as the music faded before bringing her close and dipping her with a soft kiss.
She gazed up at me as I pulled away, her chest heaving. “You’re a good dancer.”
I chuckled. “Much better than I am at ice skating?”
“Definitely better than you are at ice skating.”
