“I’m alright I guess.”
He lifts his eyes to me and shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous and gorgeous?” I say in a humorous tone and he laughs harder.
“Yes. Ridiculous and gorgeous.”
“And you’re handsome, talented, and mine.”
He sucks in a breath. “I think I like being called the last thing the most.”
I press my nose into his hair, my hand skirting his arm. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Eres mío.”
“Yours.” He lifts his face to mine but our kiss is interrupted by his ringing phone. He brushes it off the first time and then sighs, sitting up when it goes off again.
“They must really need something if they are calling again.” He shuffles to where his phone is on one of the end tables, and when the name of the caller is read out loud, his nostrils flare. My skin is boiling right along with his as the voicemail his ex left him plays.
“Hey, babe. More packages came for you and I used the spare key in the plant on your porch to set them inside on the entry table. I got to looking at pictures of us while I was in there and was thinking we should meet up sometime to talk. Maybe when you’re back from the cabin? Or I can even come by to bring you your mail. Call me back.”
Henry curses at his phone, tossing it on the couch, and then sits down next to it. “Meet up. Why would I wanna meet up with him?”
“Why is he still going into your house?” I say, tossing the blanket off me.
“I don’t know.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I guess he was trying to be nice and didn’t want anyone to steal my stuff.”
“Still. He doesn’t deserve access to you like that anymore.”
“I know . . . it’s . . . it’s just we were engaged and maybe . . .” His eyes water as they point down to his shaky hands. “I don’t know why I’m still trying to justify his actions.”
Sighing, I move his phone back to the table and perch myself on the edge of the couch next to him, my hand rubbing his shoulder. A little tension leaves his body and he leans toward me. Toward me and not his phone. He said he was mine and I really think he meant it. I know I did. “He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve any more of your time or energy.”
“You’re right. I’m going to tell him I don’t need him to worry about me anymore and then block his number.”
“Do what you feel you need to do.”
“Right now, I don’t want to do anything but lie back in front of the fire with you.”
“Let’s do that, then.” I rub a finger against his cheek and he nudges against my hand like a needy cat while nodding.
I lead him back to the floor and curl around him. We lie wrapped in each other, occasionally sharing kisses until both of our stomachs are rumbling.
“Chili time?”
“Yeah, chili, and then maybe you can show me what those things we ordered together look like in person.”
“Yeah . . . yeah . . . we can do that. I uh . . . may have ordered some stuff alone after liking how some of it felt.”
“Yeah?” My cock perks up against his thigh and he rubs against it.
“Yeah. Turns out I really like lace and silk.”
“I’ll definitely have to see all that too.”
“Maybe you can even help me put some of it on.”
“Yes. I can help get it on before taking it off.”
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