August groans through a small yawn. “Good morning,” she says, smiling faintly.
“I don’t want you to be late for work,” I tell her.
“Mmm, but your bed is so nice.” I place a kiss on her cheek and rip the covers away. “Chance!”
“Auggie, move it.” I whip her butt with a pillow, and she finally rolls out of bed.
“You’re mean,” she groans, grabbing her phone from the nightstand on her side of the bed.
Her side of the bed. I could get used to that.
Like I’ve noticed her do first thing in the morning, she scrolls through her emails. “I don’t know why you do that to yourself. I can’t get myself to read an email until I have eaten something.”
“I need to know what the day has in store for me,” she says.
“It’s sunny, with a chance of showers, and a chance of me—Chance.”
She rolls her eyes and continues scrolling until she clicks on an email. It takes her less than a second to read whatever is on the email, and then she slams her phone down. “Oh my God. I have to get to work right now.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask her. She looks crazed.
“Yeah, I just have to handle something at work.”
“Do you have time to shower first?” I ask, tugging her arm back toward the bed.
“I can’t. I have to get to work,” August says again.
“Tell me what’s going on, darlin’.”
She turns around and flops down onto the bed. “Do you trust me?”
“Depends,” I tell her. “Right this second, I’m not sure.”
“Trust me. Let me go to work.”
“Fine. I’ll just take a cold shower, alone.”
She crawls over, still wearing my tee from last night, and kisses me. “Meet me for lunch?”
“Fine,” I tell her. “I wake you up early for nothing, but I’ll meet you for lunch,” I grumble for an added effect.
“Thank you,” she says. With only a couple of blinks, August grabs pants from her bag and the shirt hanging in the front of my closet. The sleepovers are amazing, but not always so easy on a work night when she must be in business attire. I’ve offered to stay at her place, but she doesn’t want to stay there at all, so I stopped asking a week ago when we decided things between us are a good fit.
August pulls her hair back into a low ponytail and closes herself into the bathroom for a few minutes to freshen up.
When the door reopens, she’s ready for work with her lips glossed, dark lashes, and rosy cheeks. “I’ll be showering right after work tonight if that’s okay with you?”
“Well, that all depends. Where are you showering, and am I invited?”
“I suppose since it will be your shower,” she says, smirking with a flirtatious glint to her eyes.
“Then, it’s fine by me.”
I haven’t seen August move this fast since she started staying over. I’d say we’ve had about six sleepovers now, but the nights in between are getting to be fewer and fewer, without a complaint from me. She is a perfect distraction from the rest of my life.
August runs back in after slipping her heels on and leans over me. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
“I can’t wait,” I tell her. She kisses my cheek, leaving her rose-colored mark behind, as well as a view of her tight pants, highlighting her assets. One of these days, I’m just going to wake up, and this is all going to be some kind of dream.
