Page 102 of Unrivaled Love
"I'm sorry, was that English?" I give her a smile.
She pulls the toothbrush out and lets the paste pool in her mouth and she tries again. "Whad do you wan for brehfasht?" She chokes a bit at the end and almost spits everything on the floor.
I laugh as she turns around and rinses out her mouth. "It's not funny!" She yells from the sink.
"It's kinda funny? Why wouldn't you just wait three seconds to ask me when you were finished? You trying to rush me out of here?"
"No." She says with a little crease between her eyebrows. She wipes her mouth with the towel but leaves it sitting there for an extra beat. "I don't know what to do with you here."
"What would you normally do?" I ask as I prop my hands behind my head. I like how she focuses on my arms and chest.
"I'd make a smoothie and then go workout."
"Well, we can't make a smoothie because I threw away your blender last night but we can go to the smoothie shop down the block and then take a nice stroll through the park."
"Sure, that sounds nice."
"I know it does." I stand and kiss her shoulder as I step past her into the bathroom. She clocks my erection and pulls her lips together to contain her grin. "Come join me in the shower." I whisper with a crook of my finger.
The little shiver that travels down her body fuels the heat in mine.
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“I'm not getting a four poster bed.” Jo says as she cocks a hip and crosses her arms over her chest.
"C'mon, think of all the fun we could have." I say as I tickle her side.
"Stop it.” She swats my hand away. “Still no. I have to sleep in it after you're gone."
Way to kill the mood, Jo. Her words are like a cold plunge, shocking and frigid. Immediately the playful tone is gone and the reality of the situation hits us both. It’s like the sun disappeared because we’re suddenly shrouded in cloud cover.
I clear my throat. "That's fair, so which bed looks like one you'd want to sleep in alone?"
The last word comes out as a squeak.
How on earth are we going to do this?
I have zero doubt Jo and I are meant to be together. It’s written in the fucking stars. This no-man’s-land of having her but knowing we’re about to endure months apart is brutal.
Jo reaches out and takes my hand. It's a lifeline pulling me back to the present.
I’m here with her now. I need to make the most of it.
"I like this one, it looks pretty, and I think I could lean against the headboard to read."
"Let's test it out then." I watch her climb up to the bed and turn. She leans back and holds her hands up like she has a book in her grasp. Visions of me sliding up between her legs while she reads come to mind.
I wonder if there's a spicy scene she enjoys and if she'd read it while I went down on her?
Today she's in bike shorts and an oversized team t-shirt. Her hair is up in a claw clip. It's still wet following our shower together this morning.
She looks comfortable. Relaxed. And if this bed helps her to slow down a little bit then I'm getting it for her.
"Do you like it?" I ask.
She nods.
"Sold."
