Page 58 of Tattered Souls
He nodded, “I did. I always will be.”
I nodded, then... I told him.
About a wish I always had. I wanted to decorate my home early for Christmas. I loved Christmas. He informed me that it wasn’t his favorite. But that he would try to start liking it for me.
Then he took in his house and nodded.
Then he got up and started clearing away the dishes.
I moved to help, but he shook his head, “Learned that if a woman cooks, she doesn’t clean.”
***
Three weeks.
Three weeks of falling asleep beside him.
Three weeks of waking up beside him.
Three weeks of kisses, of touches, and my body was about fed up with me.
If something didn’t happen soon, I was going to lose my shit.
Garrick had just walked in from being at work and set a bag down on the table behind the couch, and took his shirt off.
He did this by grabbing the back of it behind his neck, bunching his shoulders, and removing it.
It was hands down, one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
Garrick looked at me and smiled, picked up the bag, with his shirt clenched in his hand.
Then walked to me, bent his neck, and pressed a kiss on my lips. “Missed you, Tink.”
I smiled and kissed him back, “Missed you too.”
Then he winked, “Going to go take a shower. I’ll order Chinese for dinner. That okay with you?”
At my nod, he winked, then he headed to the bathroom.
I watched him walk away from me, then I spun around, and braced my hand on top of the island.
How in the world was this so hard?
I wanted him.
Needed him.
Hell, I felt like a hussy.
I had even worn something racy to bed the past few nights, trying to give him hints, but nothing. Absolutely nothing.
No, he just smiled, winked, said it looked hot, and curled my body into his.
I was shaking my head as thoughts started to enter my brain.
Depression thoughts.
But the feel of Garrick as he wrapped his arm around me, stopping them.
