He winced, “You said that if I wanted you to know something, I would tell you.”
I nodded, “Yeah. Was I wrong?”
“No, but I also inadvertently just made you feel like you weren’t important to me.” He said.
I wasn’t following what he was saying, and felt my head tilt to the side in confusion.
“Can you let me in so I can tell you this in private without the whole neighborhood watching?” he asked.
My eyes went wide, “Shit. I forgot where we were for a second,” I said as I stepped to the side to allow him in.
He winked, “Means I dressed okay.”
I chuckled, then closed the door.
“Taking the truck because my bike is in the shop. Had to lay it down earlier today because some motherfucker pulled out in front of me. And since I didn’t tell you earlier when that happened, I made you feel like you weren’t important to me. That won’t happen again.”
At his words... something inside of me that had been cracked open from the verbal abuse my mother had dished out at me over the years seemed to slowly knit itself together.
I nodded, then I said softly, “Thank you.”
He winked, “Think by sharing that all the blood rushed to my cock at the sight of you told you how good you look tonight, but if you need the words, then here they are. Never seen a more beautiful woman, and I’m honored as fuck to be the lucky man who gets to walk beside you tonight.”
I swooned.
I literally swooned.
My oh my.
Then I had a thought, “Do they teach guys what to say to ensure the woman is completely hooked?”
He burst out laughing, then sobered moments later and shared, “Just me, baby girl.”
I mock glared up at him, and in return, he simply winked.
Then he took in my little cottage and the furniture and décor, then he shared, “Whenever you want to move your stuff into our house, let me know. That picture will look perfect over our couch in the living room.”
I looked at the black and white artistic swirl that reminded me of chaos and calm meeting in a healthy balance.
“You ready?” he asked as he eyed me up and down once more.
I grinned, “Yes.”
He smirked, “Then maybe you want to put on some shoes. But gotta say, baby, loving the red toenails.”
I frowned and then looked down at my feet. My bare feet.
I squeaked, then ran to my bedroom, just to hear him let out a groan. I skidded to a stop just outside my bedroom and looked over my shoulder just in time to see him staring at my ass. I grinned.
After I pulled on a pair of black strappy three-inch heels, I headed out of my bedroom.
He was standing there in the same spot, waiting.
The moment I came into view, he locked his eyes on my feet, and I saw him grin.
“Perfect.” He drawled as his eyes roamed up my body.
I felt my cheeks get pink.
