Page 98 of Walkoff Wedding

Her lips part, and she stutters adorably, “Y-you were watching me sleep? Oh god, was I drooling?”

“No, buuuuut you do snore. Auggie poked his head in twice because I think he was worried the roof was about to come down on top of him while he napped.”

Addie’s face morphs into panic, and I chuckle, bringing my hand to her face to brush her messy blonde hair out of her eyes. “I’m just kidding. You’re perfect, baby. Fuck, I had to recite the last twenty years of World Series winners just so I wouldn’t get hard again from watching you.”

She tosses her head back and laughs so loudly that Auggie pads back into the room, his head cocked to the side as if to ask what’s so funny, and that only makes her laugh harder.

“Stop laughing at me, woman. I can’t help it—you make me crazy. Now, let your husband take care of you. I know you’re sore from last night, so I’ll run you a bubble bath, and then I can make you… pancakes?”

“That sounds amazing.” She smiles shyly as she starts to sit up, but before she can, I slide my fingers into the hair at her nape and tug her mouth to mine, capturing her lips.

She protests, pulling away before I can really kiss her. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet…”

I pull her back and chuckle against her mouth. “I don’t care. I want to give you a good-morning kiss.” I kiss her once, then again, before tasting her lips as I part them.

When I pull back, she’s breathless and her pupils darkened.

“Come on before we never make it out of here,” I say with a grin.

If it was up to me and I knew she wasn’t sore, we’d never leave this bed. I’d lock us in here for a week and make up for all the time I wasted by not telling her how I felt.

But since I know that she needs sustenance for energy and the warm water will soothe her, I get out of the bed and then bend and scoop her into my arms, lifting her from the mattress. She yelps, collapsing against my chest in a fit of giggles as I carry her to the bathroom and turn the faucet on.

I add in some of the girly, smelly shit that she loves, and after making sure that it’s not too hot, I help her in.

The sound she makes as she slips beneath the bubbles makes my dick twitch, and that’s my cue. It’s impossible not to want to touch her, but I won’t until I know that she’s not feeling too sore from last night.

After I pull on a pair of briefs, I walk into the kitchen and make sure Auggie has food and fresh water, not that he would let anyone in this house go long without putting him first, and then I start on breakfast.

I grab some fresh strawberries from the fridge and then cut several to go with the pancakes because I know Addie loves them. Then, I get to work on heating the stove and preparing the pancakes.

Twenty minutes later, Addie walks into the kitchen with her hair still wet from her bath, wearing one of my baseball T-shirts that hangs down to the middle of her thighs.

Fuck, she looks so good in my shirt.

She looks like mine.

“Do me a favor and throw away every single dress you own. And the skirts. Everything. All of it. Gonna need you to wear nothing but my clothes from here on out, baby,” I tell her, my voice hoarse and raspy, a mixture of sleep and desire. Her nipples are hard against the front of the shirt, and it nearly makes me groan.

I’ve always wanted Addie. Since the first day I met her, but now that I’ve had her… It feels like I’ll never get enough. I’ve had a taste, and now I’m consumed by this overwhelming need for her. I only want her more.

“You’re still delusional, I see,” she says with a sassy smirk.

Laughing, I shake my head as I put two pancakes and two generous spoonfuls of strawberries onto her plate. “And this is still my favorite way of flirting with you, ArtGirl.”

She grins widely before rolling her pouty lips together. I shoot her a wink and walk over to the kitchen table to set her plate down next to mine.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

“I love making you breakfast. Not as much as I love you making me breakfast since you’re inherently better at it than I am, but still, I like taking care of you.”

Addie giggles as she drags the chair out beside me and sits before immediately diving into the strawberries. Of course, I was right. I knew she’d want them.

I’ve paid attention to everything about her, and I know exactly what she loves. Not just for breakfast but in general. In… everything. It’s hard not to notice everything about your favorite person. To want to memorize every detail about them.

“You could always have some of the four dozen cupcakes that we still have left over from yesterday.” She laughs.

“You know, that’s an excellent idea.”

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