Page 151 of Fumbled Into Love

“My muumuu?” she offers.

“That thing has no business being as hot as it is. You should look like a grandma, but it’s sexy as hell.”

I’ve had dreams of that muumuu. Dirty, filthy dreams where Nathalie is the star.

She barks out a laugh and it scares Gordie who hisses at me, attacks my foot, and then bolts away. I cry out in pain and that only increases her laughter.

“He’s such an asshole,” she coughs out, but her gaze settles on me, knowing and tender. “Let’s maybe communicate a bit better. I’ll start. You need to buy me more body scrub because you used it all, then left the container and thought I wouldn’t notice. Also, I love you and I’m proud that I get to say that.”

She beams. I choke.

How did she…I thought for sure she wouldn’t notice that it was empty. I didn’t mean to use it all. I opened it to smell it and…well, it ended up washed away on the floor because it was slippery and I dropped it.

“I’ll order more,” I mumble, and she plants a kiss on my lips. “I’m not great at asking for what I want.” The admission tastes sour on my tongue. “Or thinking I deserve it. But I’m working on that with Sharon.”

“Declan’s therapist?”

“Mhm. She’s good at her job.”

“I’m proud of you,” she says and her pride floods through me. “For working on yourself. If you want, we can go together.”

“You would do that?”

“Sure. I love you and I want to support you. I want this relationship towork, Deon, which means I’m willing to put in the work. If that means seeing a couples therapist to help us communicate and grow together, then I want to do it.” She lifts her wrist to display all the friendship bracelets. “These are as binding as a pinky promise.”

I raise my hand and intertwine our pinky fingers. “Forever?”

“Pinky promise.”

Three loud, aggressive, and unwelcome bangs echo through the house and I crack open an eye to find sunlight filtering through the curtains, Nathalie cradled in my arms.

Her arm whacks around the bed, trying to turn off what she assumes is an alarm when the banging happens again, followed by a distinct, “Put some clothes on and open up the door. My tits are freezing off out here!”

“Is that Maren?” Nathalie asks groggily, rolling over to face me.

“There’s a chance that every one of our friends is standing on the porch.” Her eyes dart in that direction, nose scrunched. “I can tell them to go away.”

My palm trails down her spine and she shivers, burrowing deeper into my side.

“I have breakfast!” Maren yells. “Let me in!”

“They helped you plan all of this.” Nathalie sighs as she rises from bed and pads across the room to retrieve her clothes. Her breasts sway beneath her muumuu and my cock stirs. She offers a shy smile when she catches my blatant staring and I contemplate telling Maren to fuck off when Declan chimes in.

“I still have a key!” The declaration is followed by the distinct rustling of metal and I leap out of bed to slide on a pair of pants.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I mutter, ripping open the front door. All of my friends tumble into the house. “Give me my key back,” I say, palm outstretched.

Declan winks.

“Already did. I shook Maren’s keys and hoped it would put a flame under your ass. It worked.”

He saunters deeper into the house and releases a shriek when Nathalie rounds the corner, wearing my clothes.

I like how claiming it is with my name on her back.

“So…” Maren drawls, “Are you two…”

“Yes,” Nathalie says with a blush, “We’re together.”

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