Page 92 of Hello Single Dad

He chuckled, blinking his eyes open. “It’s hard to keep my hands off you.” He squeezed one of my ass cheeks, and I giggled.

“I can tell.”

Kissing me again, he said, “I wish I could take you out to breakfast.”

I bit my lip. “Why not?”

His smile was brighter than the sunlight filtering into the room. “You tell me.”

I turned in his arms, facing him and trailing my fingers up his muscular arm. “I thought maybe... you could meet my grandparents? There’s a back room at Waldo’s Diner.”

“I’d love to.” He kissed my hand, then nipped at my knuckle. His eyes were hot on mine, and I felt his erection growing harder by the second.

My stomach swooped, and I was seconds away from begging him to take me again. “What happened to breakfast?”

“Baby, you’re better than any meal.”

I smiled, then kissed him again. “You’re more sugary than syrup, Cohen Bardot.”

“I think that’s you.” He kissed my cheeks and then the tip of my nose.

I smiled, closing my eyes, then blinking them open again. “Is it okay if I shower before we go? Curly hair’s a little crazy without some help.”

He grinned. “Ollie’s told me that a time or two. Can I get you anything while you shower?”

I bit my lip. “I brought a bag just in case I stayed. It’s in my car.”

“In case?”

I smiled. “I didn’t want to be too clingy. Or eager.”

“I’d say you were eager last night.” He gave me a teasing wink.

My cheeks flushed, and I gently hit his shoulder. “If I remember right, you enjoyed it.”

“Oh I did.” He pulled me closer, nipping at my earlobe.

“Okay.” I disengaged, standing and wrapping a sheet around myself before he could get any more ideas that would keep us in bed all day. “You grab my bag from my car, and I’ll shower.”

“Fine,” he groaned.

With a smile, I shed the sheet, letting him see my curves in all their rolled and dimpled glory, then walked to his bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind me.

He tried to twist the knob, then laughed. “You’re sneaky.”

“Save it for later,” I retorted and twisted the knob for the water. Since I had the water to cover the sound, I sat down and went to the bathroom. Everyone pooped, but that didn’t mean he needed to know I was doing it in his toilet.

When I finished, I flushed and got into the shower. Thankfully, there was curl product in there for Ollie’s hair. At least, I hoped it was Ollie’s hair. I tried not to think about it too much as I put a bit on my hands and worked it through my curls.

The water felt amazing on my body, cleansing away sweat and more from the night before. Usually in the shower, I thought through the day before, the students I worried about, the things I could have done better in the staff meeting, but now I just thought about Cohen. About possibilities.

If his proposal went through the school board, which it might according to the paragraph he included about other top-tier high schools that allowed parental-teacher relationships, our lives could change. What would it feel like to go out with Cohen? To sit with him at a school play or ride home with him after school?

To live together someday?

I smiled at the thought. It was still too soon, but that didn’t keep me from dreaming.

A few knocks sounded on the door, and Cohen called, “I’m holding this bag hostage until I can see that beautiful body of yours.”

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