Boone’s lips were addictive. As soon as he kissed me, I couldn’t wait to taste them again.
For the next hour, the girls kept us apart. Skylar and Lyric chose to sit between us on the couch. Once they began yawning, I knew my impromptu date was coming to an end.
“Did you still want to go out tomorrow?” I asked Boone as we stood on the porch, while the girls finished their show inside.
“Of course. Did you want me to pick you up with my truck or motorcycle?”
Though I felt like the right answer was his motorcycle, the safer answer was his truck.
“I don’t know.”
“Have you ridden a motorcycle before?”
“Yes, with Dan a few times.”
“Did you like it?”
“I worried I would fall off and make my girls orphans.”
“Well, there’s your answer,” Boone said and ran his fingers through my hair. “I don’t want you to worry about your girls on our date. I’ll bring my truck.”
When Boone kissed me again, I wrapped him in my arms. I didn’t want tonight to end. With him showing up unannounced, I never got too anxious to have fun. We’d already pushed past the scary parts. I even mentioned my criminal father without Boone missing a beat. He was fully committed to giving our relationship a fair shake.
As Boone drove away, I stood on the porch and rubbed my lips. I’d never felt so lovestruck before. The desire swirling in my belly was new and exciting. I imagined Boone naked. His skin felt hot under my fingertips.
Snapping back to reality, I returned to the girls and prepared them for bed. They were still nervous sleeping in their rooms without Dan at the house, so they bunked in mine.
“Tomorrow, the night light will arrive,” I reminded them.
“Is Boone your husband?” Lyric asked.
“No.”
As I tucked them under the blanket, Skylar said, “He acts like Uncle Dan does with Aunt Lula. They got married.”
“Yes, and we had fun at the wedding.”
“Are you going to have a wedding?” Lyric asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe one day. If I do, you can help me plan it.”
Skylar smiled instantly. “I want a big pink cake.”
“Me, too,” Lyric said and squirmed closer to her sister.
“Okay, we’ll have two pink cakes. Anything else?”
“I want to wear a red dress,” Skylar told me before yawning.
Lyric mumbled with her eyes half closed. “I want to wear a purple dress.”
“Okay, is that it?”
Skylar gripped my hand. “I changed my mind. I want a pink dress, but not bright pink like the cake. I want the other kind of pink.”
“Okay.”
Lyric turned over and cuddled with their sleeping bear. “I would also like the other kind of pink dress.”
