Later, we're tangled together in bed, both of us sweaty and satisfied and completely wrecked. Scout traces lazy patterns on my chest while I try to remember how to form words.
"So," she says eventually. "That was..."
"Fucking perfect."
She laughs. "Yeah. It really was." She props herself up on one elbow. "How many items are left on your list?"
"My list?"
"The things you want to try with me. I know you have one."
She's not wrong. "It’s a mile long, Pretty Girl."
"Tell me."
"I want to take you on my kitchen counter."
Her breath hitches. "Okay."
"I want you in my shower. Up against the tile."
"Keep going."
"I want to wake you up with my mouth between your legs." I roll her onto her back, settling between her thighs. "I want to hear you scream my name so loud the neighbors complain."
She's breathing hard now, eyes dark with want. "When?"
"Right now." I kiss down her body. "Unless you need a break."
"I don't need a break." Her fingers tangle in my hair. "I need you."
"That's another one off your list," I murmur against her throat.
She laughs, breathless. "Best list ever."
The Naughty Girl Scout List can wait. Right now, I'm working on my own list. And Scout's name is at the top of every single item.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Scout
My phone buzzes at six AM with a text about Dad's move. And for once, the familiar weight doesn't settle on my shoulders. Silas sleeps beside me, one arm thrown over my waist, his breathing deep and even. I read the message in the dim morning light.
Dad: Movers delayed until afternoon. I need help packing the kitchen and garage up.
Six months ago, I would've immediately started planning how to handle everything myself. Today feels different. I send back a new kind of response.
Me
I'll be there at 8. I’m bringing reinforcements.
Dad
Reinforcements?
Me
You'll see.
