Crazy, but it’s true. Sheismine.Somehow, through a stroke of alcohol-induced luck,Ilandedher.And on paper, I know we don’t make much sense, but when I’m with her? Everything just feels right.
I love her fearlessness and her carefree spirit.
I love how she pushes me out of my comfort zone and how much she already loves our baby.
I love her soft golden skin.
I love her thick unruly hair and her throaty laugh.
I love her smiles and how contagious they are. Ireallylove that.
Holy crap …do I love Lucy?
I think back to how I felt that day, watching her dancing in the rain.
There’s no denying that what we’re building together is everything to me. She and the baby have become my whole world. I don’t have a lot of experience with love–with giving it or receiving it, but I do know that what I feel for Lucy is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I’m terrified of screwing it up. We’re so very different and now that we’ve transitioned our relationship into …this, whatever it is, I feel like I have so much more to lose.
Aidan backtracks until we find the correct turn-off and we proceed south toward the home of a witness we’re hoping to re-interview for a case that’s heading to court soon.
My mind continues to wander, again back to that afternoon, when we woke up together in a tangled naked heap on her living room rug. I smile at the memory of Lucy, sprawled across my chest, her dark tresses even more untamed than usual following the unlikely combo of rain-dancing and unbridled sex. She’d opened one eye and peeked up at me through the cascade of curls murmuring, “You’re really good at orgasms.”
I’d grinned and asked, “Giving or receiving?”
“Both,” she’d sighed happily. “Definitely both. I’ve never had three in one sexcapade before.Aaaand, you look super-hot when you come.”
A mixture of testosterone and male pride had flooded my system at her words, but I’d managed to avoid commenting on it instead asking, “Sexcapade?”
“Well, what wouldyoucall what we just did?”
I thought about it for a moment and then nodded, grinning. “Sexcapade seems appropriate.”
Then her stomach had growled and she’d complained about needing to pee and I’d had to help her up off the floor. I feel a little twinge of guilt at that–for some reason, I have yet to bed this woman in an actual bed. First I have her waking up hungover on a dirty, sandy beach, and then the uncomfortable polyester of her living room rug. There’s been another couch encounter since then, plus one in her office at the café and one in the kitchen.
Hmmm … that onehadbeen fun though. I’d lifted her up and spread her wide on the butcher block counter, then I’d leaned in to taste her–
My phone lets out a sharp whistle signifying a text message.
“That is the most annoying sound,” Aidan grumbles. “Can’t you put it on a chime–or vibrate, like the rest of us normal people?”
I ignore him, grabbing it up eagerly from the center console, hoping it’s Lucy. But it’s just another request from my mother to confirm Thanksgiving dinner. I can’t bear the thought of sitting through another cold, formal, excruciatingly long meal with my parents and my father’s snooty colleagues that will also likely be in attendance.
I press the button to close the screen, avoiding answering.
I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Avoiding my parents. Ignoring them. It’s not like they haven’t basically ignored me my whole life, though, only paying attention when it suited them. And that attention only really came in the form of criticism, so, screw them and screw Thanksgiving. I’d much rather spend it with Lucy. She hasn’t mentioned it, so I have no idea what her plans are–not yet anyway–but I’d rather keep my options open just in case.
I turn my head to look out the window, noticing the bright oranges and purples of the setting sun contrasted against the dark silhouettes of the pine trees along the side of the road. It’s lovely, and something I never would have even taken note of before Lucy.
I smile again.
After a few minutes of silence, Aidan says, “You seem really good lately.”
I nod. “I am.”
“So things are working out with Lucy and the baby? You’re getting along okay?”
“Yep.”
“What was that?”
