“Okay, Okay. Chill out,” I checked the time.Okay.I knew that if it was anything like the last few days, I had two and a half hours before Carter got home. That was plenty of time to get things together.
“...and maybe then you’ll be on the same page.” My sister finished.Shit, I heard none of that.
“Sounds great! Thanks for the help! Love ya, bye!” I hung up and put my plan into action.
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I heard the rumbling truck pull in and took another look aroundthe kitchen. I had our take out displayed on the island with chopsticks because I’m authentic like that. I didn’t have candles because we aren’tthosetype, but I did have a slinky little lacy number on under my robe. I was going to let my sleeve slip and the front gapaccidentallygive a peepshow here and there.
I heard the door open and shut and waited with excitement bubbling up in my belly.Butterflies? Really?I was stupid excited for the night I had planned.
I washed our fuzziest blankets and our favorite mugs for snuggling on the couch with our tea after dinner. I was going to do the final reveal of my nighty, and then we’d take it to the bedroom for some real fun.
I was basically bouncing on my toes. Imissedhim.
He removed his boots, but never looked up before he was headed to our bedroom. I gave him a second then called out to him.
“Carter?”
Nothing.
The sound of the shower starting made me think he must have had an extra greasy day. I couldn’t tell in the low light in the livingroom, and it happens at the shop a lot. I grabbed a quick bite before following him to the bathroom.Change of plans. That’s okay. I can do a change of plans.
Once I opened the door, he was already in the water, his clothesshockinglyall over the floor.
“Hey hun,” I called out to him, unwrapping my robe.
“Hey, baby.” I waited for him to add more like he usually does. Maybe at least a token apology for another late night. Nothing came. I shook it off because I was being aggressively positive.No negative!
“I have something delicious for you in the kitchen once you’re done with your shower,” I said, totally meaning the double entendre. Word play for the win.
“I already ate, you know I’ve been eating before I get home these late nights. I’ll pack it for lunch tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay” Before I could think of another way to swing things my way I heard him scoff.
“Yeah,okay. Becky, don’t make me feel bad for eating. You know that you haven’t been cooking?—”
“No, no, I know. I didn’t mean anything by that.” I interrupted him before I also got annoyed.Positive, positive, positiveI chanted to myself. He was silent in response.
“Well, I can do that, and maybe you can get the stuff together for some MM tonight! I even got your favorite?—”
“I’m exhausted, Becks. I just need to go to bed.” He sounded tired, defeated, and I actually did feel bad. I was forgetting the late nights weren’t exactly fun and games.
“I could jump in and wash your back?” I offered with a heavy suggestion, dropping my robe with my words. Just then, I heard his phone vibrate on the counter. I instinctively looked that way.
After two plus years of Mr. Rizz, I was used to seeing all kinds of notifications and messages on his phone from everyone. I was even used to reading filthy, dirty messages from his bestie group chatThe Boys.They said some raunchy shit to each other.
This message, though? This message affected me more strongly than anything I’d ever seen pop up on his screen.
Tay ;)
I hope you made it home safe. I thought that pizza was alright. You need to try my homemade pizza sometime ;). I’m thinking enchiladas for our dinner tomorrow night. Xx
“Not tonight, Hun. I’m gonna just go to bed and play a game on my phone or something.”
Yeah, I think I just learned what, or better yet who ‘or something’was.
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