Page 62 of The Rebound
With another appreciative look, Saint heads to the closet and begins undressing.
“Did you go for a run?” I ask, helping myself to a sip of coffee.
“Yeah,” he calls back. “Caleb likes the running stroller, so it worked out well. I went about three miles, I didn’t want to push my luck.”
Saint had been wanting to begin taking Caleb on his morning jog, but I was nervous with him being so little that his head would flop around. We’d been waiting until Caleb was a little older. I can’t believe how quickly my baby is growing. I lean over him and press a gentle kiss to his forehead. He blinks up at me drowsily.
“He should nap for you now. All that fresh air, I’m guessing.”
I nod and set the coffee mug aside, then stroke Caleb’s fine hair. “Are you heading out?”
“Just for an hour or so. There’s a team weight training session this morning with a new trainer. I figured I better not miss it.” Saint reappears beside the bed and touches my shoulder. “You look beautiful like this, by the way,” he says, gazing down at me.
I still don’t know what I did to deserve this man. My throat gets tight with emotion. I’m sitting in a disheveledbed with messy hair and a baby latched to my boob. Meanwhile, my boyfriend who is a literal pro-athletelooks like he could be in a Nike commercial with his athletic wear and muscled physique.
“Maybe when you get home we could...” I gaze up at him, hoping he’ll read between the lines and save me the embarrassment of propositioning him for sex while I’m nursing.
He grins. “I already texted your brother.”
My brain screeches to a halt. Does Saint think we need a babysitter every time we want to have sex? I’m about to set him straight and explain that Caleb napsa lotwhen Saint begins talking again.
“I’m taking you for a pedicure.”
Just like one of our first dates…
“And maybe to get ice cream?”
My mouth lifts in a smile. He remembers. That day was perfect. It was the day I started falling for Saint, even though I didn’t have any right to.
His voice lowers. “And then back to my place.”
My heart rate kicks up.
He adjusts himself by sticking his hand into the front of his shorts. “Fuck. I’m getting hard just thinking about last night.”
I chuckle. I really do love this man.
“Later,” I promise.
“Later,” he agrees.
• • •
Later finally arrives.
My brother is about thirty minutes late and then the pedicures take forever. We abandon the idea of ice cream altogether. All I want in the world is to be alone with Saint, even if it is pretty awesome to have my neglected feet tended to.
When we reach Saint’s place, he unlocks the door and then we’re kissing, right there in the foyer.
“Thank you for today,” he says, but it comes out jumbled because I can’t stop kissing his perfect mouth. He chuckles against my lips. I make an inarticulate sound.
“You in a rush all of a sudden?” His mouth lifts in a crooked smile.
“Tell me you haven’t been thinking about this all day.”
He sinks his teeth into his lip.
“That’s what I thought.”
