Page 91

"Seriously, though, Brooke." I fight the urge to close my eyes and lean into her touch like a cat. "Bossiness is fine.” In fact, her bossiness is great. “If I ever have a problem with it, I'll tell you. Promise."

"Okay. I trust you." She lets out a deep sigh, the tension seeping out of her body, and she melts against mine. "I'm sorry we never got to watch your movie."

"It's okay." I grin, biting the inside of my cheek. "There’s still time until Christmas. We can still watch it on another day."

“We will.” She laughs, and it’s the sweetest sound. "Thank you for coming over yesterday. I kept thinking about the Christmas market, and I panicked, and then I started to really miss you."

"I'll always come if you call me. No reason needed." Suddenly, her stomach grumbles, loud enough for her to blush. "Now, how about we get some breakfast going and check if my son destroyed your apartment?"

"Oh, he better not." Brooke bursts into the sweetest giggle and gets up, grabbing her underwear and my shirt from the ground.

"Hey!" But there is no pressure behind my playful scold, because she’s so damn sexy in only my shirt and her panties. She should make it her standard outfit. But only when I’m around, please.

"You know, I'd offer you one of my oversized shirts," she drawls and playfully pulls back the covers, eyes raking over my still naked body, "but I'm digging the shirtless grey jogging pants combo."

Well then, jogging pants it is. I get up from her nice warm bed, pull them on and follow her into the kitchen.

Our hot chocolates are definitely not hot anymore and are still in the sink. And luckily, there is no chaos to behold.

"Oh my god, Dick!" He jumps up from the couch to run over to me, tail wagging. "You are such a good boy. I'm so proud of you, you little golden angel."

I sink to my knees and press a kiss to his head, noticing Brooke watching me from the corner of my eye.

She loves having me on my knees. That much is clear.

It was supposed to be a joke, but damn. The way her face lit up and her cheeks turned red when I was on the ground? Good thing she can get me on my knees any time.

"Coffee?" She quickly turns to her machine.

"Yes, please." One more kiss to Dick’s soft forehead, and I get up from the ground, sneak my way right behind her, to cage her against the kitchen counter with my arms on either side.

"You like me on my knees, don't you?" My voice is laced with a mixture of amusement and raspy need.

She turns so red, even her ears change color. Instead of an answer, she gets on her tiptoes to retrieve two mugs from her cupboard.

"It depends on whether you're going to tease me about it," she mutters, not daring to turn to me.

"I would never.” Oh, she totally just rolled her eyes. “But I'm only saying, down there is a flattering angle for you too. I might have to watch you from there more often."

Slowly, she turns her head.

"Maybe." She hands me my coffee. Suddenly shock flashes across her face. "Oh, fuck. I have to get downstairs."

She sets her still empty mug down and rushes back to her bedroom.

"Boo!" I shout when she returns wearing pants and an oversized sweatshirt and give her a thumbs down. I loved it more when she was only wearing my shirt.

"Oh, shut up." She throws another t-shirt my way.

"I'm not getting mine back?" I arch an eyebrow cockily, only earning a sly grin.

"No, you're not. Come on, chop-chop." Dick is already following her as I try to get my arms into the sweatshirt sleeves.

As we arrive downstairs, soft thumps make their way through the reception area. Daisy is bumping against her enclosure, making the metal frame clatter.

Brooke and I shoot each other a look.

"You know, Hannah mentioned it might not be the smartest idea to adopt all these animals out in my family or close circle." She lifts her hands in air quotes. "But at this point, I think if you're not taking Daisy, she's going to be heartbroken."