Page 75 of Moms of Mayhem
He laughed, the sound rumbling through my chest, then kissed me again.
Neither of us spoke for a second. I could still feel the kiss on my lips—soft, warm, a little dizzying. His forehead rested against mine, and the silence between us was its own kind of intimacy.
Beckett exhaled slowly, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “I should go.”
“Yeah,” I said, even though every part of me wanted to tell him he didn’t have to. “Probably.”
He stepped back, eyes sweeping over me like he was trying to memorize this exact moment—the wine-flushed cheeks, the ridiculous lemon T-shirt, the mess of puzzle pieces on the table behind me.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he said, already reaching for his hoodie on the back of the couch.
“For New Year’s Eve,” I confirmed, heart beating way too fast. “Don’t be late.”
He grinned and it was more than a little smug. “Not a chance.”
Before I had time to change my mind, he slipped out into the cold. I stood there for a long time after the door shut, lips still tingling, toes curled into my socks, and absolutely no idea what tomorrow might bring.
But God, I couldn’twait to find out.
Stevie added Shannon to the group chat
Stevie
My head
Emmy
Lol, you doing okay?
Shannon
Where am I?
Stevie changed the name of the group chat to Moms of Mayhem
Stevie
Hell?
Is this hell?
It might be hell.
Shannon
Drink a Gatorade, and have some breakfast. You’ll be right as rain in no time.
Emmy
I’ve never understood that expression, right as rain. Is there wrong rain?
Stevie
Don’t ask me these questions. The kids all got up at 6. I know nothing.
Shannon
Ouch. Naptime soon? And why am I in the club?I’m not a mom.
