I smile. “Good point. So, not that I’m complaining, but why are you naked? And what is that God-awful smell?”
She walks closer to me until she can wrap her arms around my neck. “Well, you see, it’s all actually related.”
“Okay?”
“I decided I wanted to make you dinner.”
“Aw, sweetheart, that’s so nice,” I say, silently wondering if that is what the bad smell is.
“I’m not done yet.”
“Okay, what else?” I question.
“I started making you spaghetti and meatballs, and things were going well until…”
“Until what?”
“Until my ADHD kicked in, and I went out to play with Mia, and then, I wanted to see if I could do a cartwheel and a backflip. Naturally, that got me thinking of whether or not I could do the splits.”
“Naturally,” I playfully agree. “Can you?”
“Yes, but in the middle of me figuring out all of this, I completely ruined dinner. I mean, I fucked it up beyond recognition. And I ruined one of your pots. And I got spaghetti sauce everywhere. Absolutely everywhere.”
She’s adorable.
“So, you wreck the kitchen and decide to make it up to me by getting naked?”
“Well, it’s more of what I’m going to do to youwhileI’m naked.”
“Oh, yeah?” I smile.
“Yeah.” she leans on her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine.
“Wait, which pot did you ruin?”
“Can we talk about it after I do dirty things to you?”
I laugh. “Of course. But I’m pretty gross. I need to shower.”
“How about I shower with you?”
“God, you really are the perfect woman.”
“Maybe. I mean I can’t cook worth a shit, but I can make you come seven ways from Sunday.”
“I’d say that’s an even trade.”
Chapter forty-two
Girls' Night
Jo
“Who wants to play Truth or Dare?” Michelle asks.
We all give her a confused look before Ronnie says, “No, I don’t’ think any of us want to do that.”
Michelle rolls her eyes and sips her margarita. “Sorry. Just trying to liven up girls night.”
