Page 60 of Sin Wagon
“Mmmhmm.”
“Can I take you on a date tomorrow? Lunch and shopping for Little Boba? We can get things for the nursery.”
“I have them coming with the movers,” I remind him, not wanting to sound ungrateful but also practical.
“Yeah, but what about at my house? When you two come over or stay? Boba should have a room at my house too, yeah?”
“You’re right. Yeah, let’s do it. But I need to stop sometime tomorrow at the drugstore and get more prenatals. I only have enough for tomorrow.”
“Deal.”
He kneads my shoulders as I try to watch Brandy reprise her role as the best Cinderella ever. But my eyes get heavy, and his fingers are magic. I lose the battle, falling asleep while Wells holds me.
I wakeup to the feeling of Wells’ fingers brushing gently through my hair. The room is dim, the TV now playing some late-night infomercial. My vision blurs briefly, and when I regain focus, I find myself looking up at Wells.
“Hey,” he whispers, his voice soft in the darkness.
“Hey,” I murmur back, my voice thick with sleep.
“You were out like a light.”
“It’s your fault,” I state, stretching and arching my back. “Your fingers are too good at that.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I shift a bit, trying to get comfortable again, feeling the soft fabric of the sheets against my skin, the warmth of his touch lingering. “What time is it?”
“A little past two AM.”
“Wow, I didn’t think I’d sleep that long.”
“You needed it,” he says, gently stroking my hair. “You’re creating life, and I’m sure the move halfway across the country didn’t help.”
I subtly nod, feeling grateful for his understanding. He has an uncanny ability to anticipate my needs, even when I’m unaware of them. “I guess.”
He tilts my chin up so I’m looking into his eyes, his touch lingering on my skin, his gaze both tender and filled with desire. “You’re incredible, Delilah. You know that, right?”
I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me, a flush creeping up my cheeks. “Thanks, Wells.”
“So, tomorrow,” he says, his tone brightening, his fingers trailing down my arm. “I’ve got the whole day planned out.”
“Yeah? What’s the plan?” I ask, my voice slightly breathless, anticipation building.
“Well, first, breakfast at a little café I like,” he says, leaning closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “Then we can hit up a few baby stores. And I found this place that makes custom nursery decorations. Thought we could get something special for Little Boba.”
His closeness sends a shiver down my spine, my heart racing with excitement and desire. “That sounds amazing,” I say, my voice lower, huskier, my eyes locked on his.
“And then,” he continues, his lips grazing my neck, sending tingles of pleasure through me, “I figured we could do a nice lunch, maybe a walk in the park if you’re up for it. And finish the day with dinner wherever you want.”
“You’re really going all out,” I say, my breath catching as his touch ignites a fire within me, desire pooling low in my belly.
“Anything for you and Little Boba,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine.
I lean up and kiss him deeply, my fingers tangling in his hair as our bodies press together, heat rising between us. “You’re too good to me.”
“I just want to make you happy,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands roaming over my body, igniting every nerve.
“You do,” I assure him, my voice filled with longing, as I lose myself in his embrace, the world outside fading away.
