“Food or a tour?” I asked.
She bit her bottom lip, and I groaned, “Can’t do that, baby girl. Let go of that lip for my sanity. Please.”
She released her bottom lip and then said, “Well, that depends.”
I lifted a brow, “On?”
“On whether you have a claw-foot bathtub or not.”
I felt my other brow raise, “Care to elaborate?”
She chuckled, “Well, food if you don’t have one, and a tour if you do. But... well... if you do... I might move in here.”
Now it was my turn to chuckle, and since the one thing, I've done my whole life has never let me down, I went with it.
I followed my gut.
I winked at her, then strode into my kitchen, opened my junk drawer that was in my island, shifted a few odds and ends, and tagged the shiny set of keys when I saw them.
I closed the drawer, then walked to the back of the house where she was still standing, “Kimber?” I called out.
She twisted her neck and looked at me, “Yeah?”
“Gimmie your hand,” and when she looked puzzled but offered me her hand anyway, I grinned.
I dropped the set of house keys in her hand, then said, “Follow me.”
I turned on my boot and headed to the master bathroom.
I waited for her to catch up, and I didn’t have to wait long.
Fuck me, but the way the light shone on her hair, I wanted to bury my face in it and try to absorb as much of her goodness that I possibly could.
“Okay, no one is allowed here unless I say it’s okay. Other than that, welcome home, baby girl.”
Then I flicked the light on in the bathroom for her, stepped toward her, bent my head, and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
Then I headed to the kitchen and started cooking.
Kimber
Did that just happen?
I looked down at the two keys in my hand, and there was the proof that that indeed had just happened.
“Grey?” I called out.
He responded, “Yeah?”
“Are you mentally unstable?” I asked.
I heard his booming laugh through the house, “No, Kimber. I’m just a man who knows what he wants.”
Something inside of me seemed to purr at that statement.
Then, as if on autopilot, I moved into the bathroom and stopped dead.
Because there, on the farthest wall, sat a white clawfoot bathtub.
