“Damn. I couldn’t imagine not seeing my mom. I don’t know what I’d do.”
“I think we established you’d have to learn to do laundry.”
“Smart-ass.” I would fling some macaroni at her if I could.
“Yup.” She twists the spoon in her mouth and drags it over her tongue. Damn. Her little gesture just made my dick twitch. “You ready to finish?”
“Finish?” I ask awkwardly. My pants now have a pulse.
“Yeah, with studying. You tell me the answers, and I’ll write.”
“How about you help me write?”How about you just touch me, in general?
Laney cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Come on. What happened to practice makes perfect? You can teach me how to stir the sauce.”
“Oh, using my own words against me. Nice.” She places her bowl down.
“I’m a competitor. What I can I say? I’ll do anything to win.”
“I bet.” Laney relents, and comes and sits next to me. “No funny business. We’re studying.”
I make an X over my heart. “I solemnly swear I’m up to no good.”
“At least you’re honest.” She grabs my hand, and my senses charge like electromagnetic energy. Her touch feels like the sun brightening a whole new day.
Maybe recovering isn’t going to be so bad after all.
