Page 88 of Love Is Ale You Need

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“Wow, this sling is pretty bad a—awesome. It’s pretty awesome.” I run my fingers over the hot pink sling. “I bet you were a brave girl when they did the x-rays.”

Abby nods as she sits next to me on the couch at Rylee’s apartment.

Parisa brought Abby to the emergency room and sure enough, she broke her arm. We met them at the hospital right before they took her in for x-rays. Afterward, they set up an appointment for a cast, but in the meantime, they gave Abby a sling to keep her arm still and to wait for the swelling to go down.

“You know, when I was your age, I broke my arm too,” I say to Abby.

“You did?” Puffy, red stained eyes meet mine.

“Yeah, I was trying to impress all my friends and show them I could jump from one side of the jungle gym to the other. When I jumped, I didn’t quite make it and I hit the ground, breaking my arm.”

“Wow. That’s what I did.” She sniffs, wiping her hand over her face.

“I even have a scar where the bone poked through the skin.”

Her face scrunches up. “Eww! That’s gross!”

“You want to see?”

“Yeah!”

I twist my arm, so my elbow is facing her and run my finger over the scar that runs down my forearm. Abby leans in to inspect it closer. “Sometimes it pops out of place, and I have to push it back.”

She glances up at me, eyes wide. “No, it doesn’t.”

“It does. Look closely.” While she leans in for a closer inspection, I hook my finger in my mouth and pull it out, making a loud pop. She jumps and screams before falling over into a fit of giggles.

“Okay. Maybe it doesn’t. But I did get a really cool green cast that all my friends got to sign. What do you say? Should we get some markers so we can have your friends sign your cast?”

“Yeah! Can they be glittery ones?” She kicks her feet.

“We will find you the glitteriest markers. What do you say we put on a movie? We’ll just hang out for the rest of the night.”

“Yeah! Can we have ice cream too?”

“Go get your pajamas on,” Rylee says, “and we’ll meet you in the living room with a big bowl of popcorn.”

“Okay.” Abby scampers off to her room, her little feet patter along the carpeted floor. Rylee struts up to me and I stand to greet her. “You’re really amazing with her.” She rests her hands on my chest. “I’m sorry we had to cut our weekend short.”

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. I’m more than happy to spend the night on the couch watching whatever animated cartoon Abby’s obsessed with this week, while snuggling up with my two favorite girls.”

Her gaze meets mine as she drags her finger back and forth over my chest. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“If by promise, you mean we get to play my favorite game, Trey Goes Clam Jousting, then yes. That’s the exact promise I want.” I wrap my arms around her shoulders, and her hands drop to my waist. Bending down, I press my lips to hers. It’s soft and gentle, but fuck, I want more.

“Eww! That’s gross!” Abby barrels down the hallway at full speed.”

“Slow down,” Rylee demands.

She slows her pace, her pink princess blanket dragging behind her. She flops down in the middle of the couch. “Bunny can sit here.” She pats the right cushion. “And Squirrel, you can sit here.” She twists so she can pat the other side with her good hand.

“Looks like we have a chaperone for this movie.” I give Rylee one last kiss since I won’t be able to over the next two hours.

“I’ll make the popcorn.” Rylee spins out of my grasp and saunters into the kitchen.

I can’t tear my gaze away from her perfectly round ass sways back and forth with each step. My hand twitches to gently massage the soft skin before giving it a smack. I love seeing my red handprint on her creamy skin. Later. We can do that later. Right now, there are more important matters to take care of first. I lower myself to my designated spot on the couch. “Chipmunk, what are we watching?”

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