He pulls away humming and then lets his fingers glide through my hair. “You deserved it,” he mentions.
I’m beginning to be fully conscious again and adjust in his arms. “For what?”
He kisses my cheek then my neck and quickly again on my lips. “This weekend, you were great. Dealing with my mother—well, I owe you a lot more than my tongue on you.”
I let a chuckle escape me. “Did she fill you in on what we talked about?” I’m curious.
He shakes his head no.
“Your mother was adamant on giving me advice on how to keep you satisfied in bed.” My eyes raise to look at his face that freezes in humorous shock.
“Oh dear. What was the advice?”
“To go lingerie shopping with her.”
Lucas starts to laugh. “Don’t even tell me what you answered.”
I draw lazy circles on Lucas’s chest as we lie in bed. His fingertips sliding up and down my bare arms, tickling me slightly yet comforting.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how scared should I be of your mother?” I ask.
He laughs. “Uhm six, maybe a seven. If she pulls out a calendar of dates for our wedding, then send me an S.O.S.”
That thought is equal parts funny and terrifying, I really struggle to see myself ever getting re-married. Sharing a life with someone, sure. But I don’t need a label for that. Sometimes, I feel like the legality of being bound together is what ruins the feelings and relationship.
“Right,” is all I manage.
“Anyhow, did she spread the gossip?”
Now I laugh. “Yeah, didn’t you get the invite for dinner when my folks are back for Easter in a few weeks?”
Lucas kisses my forehead. “I may have gotten a golf invite from your dad.”
Now I playfully hit Lucas’s chest.
We lie there for a minute enjoying being in each other’s arms. My nose takes in the subtle smell of his cologne as I breathe, and I want this smell on my sheets all the time. I don’t want him to leave the bed, because his body keeps it warm.
“I love this. Just lying with you.”
He kisses my forehead. “Me too.”
Lucas adjusts in the bed to lie on his side so he can look up into my eyes. His arm draped across my stomach.
“Abby, are you comfortable?”
I grin. “After what you just did? Very.”
“I mean with how the weekend went?”
“Yeah, but thank goodness I have a dog, otherwise I’m not sure I had a chance,” I muse, and Lucas gently smiles at me.
“Good. I’m going to talk to my ex about a few things later this week. Mostly about Theo’s schedule and he has a parent meeting at pre-school, but I am going to mention you.”
He tells me, and it draws a line from my heart to my stomach of pure nerves. I love that he’s full speed ahead, but this is kind of big. It excites me, but equally makes me want to puke like I have stage fright.
“Okay. What does that mean?”
He gives me a soft gentle slant of the corner of his mouth. “I have no clue. Completely new waters for me,” he says honestly.
