Climbing the stairs to her porch, my jaw drops as I see that it’s newly sealed.
When the fuck did that happen?
Hopping down to the ground, I text her to make sure it’s dry.
Me
Is there anything I can’t step on, Spitfire? I’m at your house, and just realized your porch looks newly sealed.
Silva
It’s all dry. The porch finished drying yesterday. Come on in.
Blowing out a breath, I nod. See, I knew it was newly done. Walking up the stairs, I use my keys to let myself inside.
Breathing deeply, I sigh happily. The entire house smells like Silva.
“Hey!” I call out, locking the door behind me.
“Hi!” Silva says, walking out of the kitchen. She’s in comfortable clothing, and I check my watch to see she needs to get dressed soon for work.
“Are you ready for Halloween?” I tease her, chuckling as she wrinkles her nose.
“I will probably see some very questionable costume choices,” she admits, laughing. “I’m going to leave the porch light on with a cauldron of candy. This street goes hog for trick or treaters, even though I’m never home.”
Come to think of it, the other houses were also all decorated with Halloween decorations, beside hers. Silva has never been very into holidays, but the club is always done up.
“I’ve never asked you before, but who decorates the club for holidays?” I ask.
“The girls and I all get together and do it for drinks on October first. We’ll take everything down together tomorrow, and then decorate for Christmas on December first. It’s always fun, but I don’t have any extra cheer by the time I get home. It’s why my house is never decorated,” she says with a shrug. “Plus, I live by myself and it feels like too much work.”
Walking over to her, I cup her face and kiss her hard. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to do this, and she moans as she kisses me back. Her fingers curl over my forearms, holding me in place as I suck on her tongue greedily.
When we finally take that step and begin to live together, I swear to help her decorate for the holidays. I’ll insist on it. Despite our busy schedules.
She deserves to wake up each day and be surrounded by Christmas cheer. Maybe there will even be a mess of kids in our future.
“I’ve missed you,” I confess, finally allowing her to take a breath.
“I miss you too,” she sighs. “This town has had us by the balls, huh?”
Snorting, I nod, kissing the tip of her nose before pulling her into my arms. She definitely has a way with words.
“Pretty much,” I murmur. “Are you dressing up tonight?”
“Yeah. Maura and I are wearing white tank tops, suspenders, and black shirts with face paint to make ourselves look like skeletons,” Silva says, snuggling into my chest.
“Baby, have you looked outside?” I grumble.
“Mmhmm. I’ll have fleece lined tights under the shorts, Big Guy,” she says. “I also have a heavier coat since it’s already snowing to throw over it. I solemnly swear not to lose a nipple to frostbite.”
Roaring out a laugh, I look down to see that she’s thoroughly proud of herself.
“I would miss them if you did,” I tease her. “I needed to swing by in between the mayhem.”
“I know,” she says, chewing on her bottom lip. “I’ve thought about asking you to spend the night, but I never know how well I’ll sleep.”
“Nightmares still?” I ask. She’s mentioned before that she’s had them. I hate that this is the reason she hasn’t asked me to spend the night.
