Cassie – Called Misty, she’s got the kids for a bit.
And three hours later, when they left, I was dressed to impress.
I had on dark, washed jeans that hugged my hourglass frame perfectly.
Black boots that came up to my knees, and an off-the-shoulder sweater. In red.
My blonde hair was curled in fat curls with a shit tone of volume.
I had on light makeup because my mom always taught me to let my true beauty shine through. But it never hurt to make sure your best features shone.
Mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss.
I snapped a picture of myself and sent it to my text thread with the kids.
I knew that they knew I was going out with their dad tonight.
They had texted me earlier when the girls were here to help me get ready.
Hers Text Thread
Me – Do I look okay?
Madalyn – Smokin’. Dad’s gonna freak.
Cole – Make him earn in, Lila.
Me – I will.
Me – Sure y’all are okay with this?
Madalyn – Yes.
Cole – Dad ever tried to date anyone else; I’d revolt.
Madalyn – Same.
Me – Love you, guys.
Madalyn – We love you too.
Cole – Ditto.
But... the moment I saw him... I really didn’t remember much.
Because as soon as the knock came on the door, and I opened it... Well... all I saw was the way he bit his bottom lip.
I couldn’t tell you who moved first.
Months, and months, and months of pent-up frustration. Of want. Of need.
His mouth was on mine; my hands were tangled up in his black button-up shirt.
Needing more, to feel him, I ripped his shirt open, and the moment my hands came in contact with his skin, he moaned, then he tore his mouth from mine, “Do this. Gonna miss dinner.”
“Fuck dinner.” I rasped and then slammed my lips back to his.
He growled, then hefted me up.
