“Doesn’t mean I’ve seen every critter that’s out there.”
Her giggles precede her sweetly turning back around to face the creature still observing us. “That’s fair especially considering the fact they’re silent flyers.”
“We talkin’ Simon & Garfunkel?”
More snickers escape as she shakes her head at the song reference. “You know I don’t actually play a lot of music for him. He’s more a TV guy.”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “We talkin’ Animal Planet orYellowstone?”
“What’sYellowstone?”
“Modern western drama I feel like Grams won’t have to tie you to the couch to watch with her.”
Gilly giggles once more as images of her gossiping with Grams pop into my mind.
Them baking pies during the holidays.
Or on a random Thursday.
Me being the first up to make them coffee.
Sitting on the porch beside them while the sun comes up during the offseason.
Brodeurblessmyblocker, how does one woman fit so effortlessly into everything?
How could I not believe she’s meant for me considering how easily she does?
“He’s definitely a soap’s guy, although,” her attention lingers on him, “hedoesenjoy hockey during the season.”
“My kinda pet.”
“Technically, he’s not a pet.”
“We talkin’ like the difference between checkin’ and chargin’?”
“It’s notlegal– unless you are some sort of rehabilitation center – nor are they much for that ‘pet life’.” Owlfonso rests his head on the clear glass prompting my date to slightly lean herforehead forward. Post the action, he scurries off, leaving her to face me during the last of her explanation. “He comes to eat stuff out of my garden right there,” Gilly kicks her thumb over her shoulder, “like bugs and spiders and lizards, but also any kind of rodent. Pretty sure he keeps the whole block cleaned, but since I’m the only one with an owl box for him to nest in when he wants, I’m pretty sure he likes me the best.”
“Can’t say I blame him.”
The faintest blush hits her cheeks prior to her sweetly curling her fingers around the edge of my suspenders. “Sorry, he completely ruined the vibe.”
My mouth swiftly swoops down to feather her lips alongside a cooed, “Did he?”
Soft whimpers invite my tongue to dip inside where it unhurriedly rolls around and around and around, loosening her limbs.
Softening her frame until we’re tumbling together onto her mattress.
Our impact initially bounces around the pillows and blankets but also a loose tube of lipstick that prompts me to suggest, “Might wanna get that before we make the wrong kinda mess.”
Confusion accompanies her head turning; however, it transposes into instant horror upon spotting the small silver tube with a pink lid. “Ohmygod!”
Her scurrying to not only catch but hide the object has me rolling off her in suspicion. “Is that not…lip stuff?”
“Ohmygod,” she murmurs to herself, face rapidly reddening. “Nonononono!” The object gets violently shoved into what appears to be a decorative basket on the bottom of her glass bedside table. “Icantbelieveyoujustsawthat!”
“Not entirely sure at all what I jus’ saw if it ain’t makeup.”
She snaps her crimson complexion in my direction. “Let’s pretend that it is!”
