Page 38 of Navigating His Heart
She needed time to heal a little. Shutting his eyes, he plugged his ears so he didn’t hear anything.
She walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around her body.
He groaned and she laughed when she saw him holding his ears.
“What’s wrong?”
He could barely form the words, “You have to get clothes on. I will go get coffee.”
Then he turned from her, but she shook he head, “Not until that goes down. I’m the only one allowed to see that.”
He looked down at his cock tenting his sweatpants.
He nodded, “Then get dressed. I’m going to go over math statistics.”
She laughed and rushed back to her room, shutting the door and he went over the statistics in his head at least six times of the least favorite part of the last math class he had.
When her bedroom door opened, he turned, smiling when he saw she was in a light pink dress with huge flowers on it.
It was tight to her breasts, showing a hint of her cleavage and the dress was short in the front and longer in the back.
She was wearing a pair of sneakers and he walked over to her, kissing her soundly, then grabbing her hand and pulling her from the apartment.
She was laughing, “Why are we in a hurry?”
He looked over at her, “If we stay in that apartment for one more second, where there are any number of flat and soft surfaces, I’m going to take you. And we can’t right now. You have responsibilities that you can’t get out of.”
She smiled, “You are too good to me.”
He shook his head, “If you saw or knew the filthy fucking shit that is going through my head right now, you wouldn’t feel that way.”
She sucked in a breath and he helped her into his truck, kissing her breathless one last time, then driving her to her salon.
“I will bring you some lunch by later. What time do you have a break?”
She told him and then went to get out of his truck with one last kiss when he said, “I don’t have your number.”
She laughed, then told him, watching as he put it in his phone, then called her cell.
It rang, and she immediately saved it and used the picture her mom sent her as his contact picture.
He smiled when he saw it and then watched her walk inside and he drove toward his parents house.
He needed to talk to them.
When he got there, his mom was in the kitchen making cookies.
He took one off the tray and cursed when it burnt his fingers.
She rolled his eyes, “I just took those out of the oven. They are bound to be hot.”
He smiled over at her, “Sorry, too impatient to wait. I’m starving.”
She looked at him, “You didn’t eat breakfast? Who are you and what have you done with Bo?”
Bo’s smile widened, “I was with your future daughter-in-law.”
She dropped the spatula she was holding, her eyes wide.
