Me
*good vibes gif*
Wyatt
*fingers crossed emoji*
Ronnie
I think that was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said Grady Sr
Wyatt
stop calling me that
Wyatt Grady has left the chat
Ronnie Kovar has added Wyatt Grady to the chat
Weston
think you’re stuck here, bro
Ronnie
Till death, Grady Jr
Wyatt
don’t tempt me
I could call in a favor
Where’d everyone go
It was a joke
Come back
Closing in on six weeks in the Heights now, and more than a week since my dick learned what perfection feels like. Her claw marks in my thighs have barely faded—the taste of her might be permanently embedded on my tongue—yet the woman’s not been back in my bed since she left a Lexi-sized hole in my door after she came down.
Patience is a virtue both my ma andnonnataught me. Can’t rush a perfect pasta sauce, and you can’t rush winning over a woman as headstrong as Alexis Weiss.
She might have worn a turtleneck to work for six ninety-something degree days straight to hide the marks I left on her from everyone else, but there’s no way she missed those when it was just her and her gorgeous reflection.
The echoes of that night are still reverberating for Lexi, the same as they are for me. I’m as sure of that as the fact Charlie’s going to burn the next crepes he makes, or that my hot-headed manager is going to shoot down the next dish I present for the menu (a modern take on mynonna’sspaghetti).
Facts of life, all of them.
It’s just a matter ofwhenshe admits to us both that she needs more than one night from me.
Now that I got a mode of transportation—a motorcycle Weston restored, a Kawasaki Ninja 650, to be exact—it’s a lot easier to get to Lexi’s little cottage in town to collect herbs a couple times a week.
What used to be a fifteen minute walk (because she’s never offered me a ride in her little blue Nissan even once) is now just a two minute ride on my bike, unless I catch a red light at the one stop light between here and there, then it’s more like three.
I ordered a backpack online that took days and days to get here (which makes me miss the one-hour Amazon delivery I was used to back home, even if I’m finding plenty to love about the rest of this town), but it’s perfect for collecting eggs from Rory and herbs from Lexi’s and transporting them back to the diner.
Hoping to get here early enough today to even see the lady of the house, considering she’s done a damn good job avoiding me outside of work since she turned my face into a Slip’N Slide and sucked my soul out of the tip of my cock.
