Page 130 of Forgotten Comeback
We silently walk upstairs to the bathroom, with him turning on the shower. “What’s wrong?” He watches me.
“Now that I’m inspired again to paint, I’m afraid I’ll lose it if I don’t keep going.” I verbalize the dark elephant that’s in the room with me.
He ushers me into the shower, stepping in behind me. Grabbing my chin, he tilts my head up to his. “You can’t lose what’s your God-given talent.”
“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” I rise on my tiptoes and press my lips to his in a soft kiss. He doesn’t understand that I lost my creative spark once before, but I desperately cling to his words.
“You wanna get on your knees and tell me that, I can rally for round two,” he says suggestively.
With determination, I fall to my knees, looking up at him. “After this, no more sex. We’re going furniture shopping, dammit.”
Gavin’s head thunks the back of the tile when I swallow his dick, crown to root. “Whatever you say, baby.”
And lucky for him, I’m not a projectile vomiter.
Chapter
Fifty
Taylor
“We’ll see how long this new bed lasts,” I muse as we walk out of the shop with a sales receipt in my purse.
“Tried to get you to test it out,” Gavin reminds me.
“My public sex kink doesn’t include creepy boomer salesmen watching us,” I whisper-hiss.
He snorts like I’ve offended him. “I was going to knock him out before we gave it a test run.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding.” I poke Gavin in the chest.
With a chuckle, he wraps his arm around my shoulder as we stroll down the street. The two of us doing normal couple things feels so natural, soright, it nearly throws me for a loop.
“What?” Gavin watches me.
“What what?” I deflect.
“I can see the wheels spinning.”
“The wheels are always spinning.” Except for when I’m painting and fucking this man, I realize. A weird sense offoreboding washes over me, and I try to shake it off. Gah, I’m way too much in my head this morning.
We approach my favorite cafe, and after popping in and out, I sip on my boba tea. “Wanna try it?” I offer Gavin, who’s eyeing my cup like it’s a freaky science experiment.
He shakes his head emphatically. “I don’t think balls should go in tea.”
“Your balls were in my mouth this morning; I’m not concerned with tapioca ones in my tea,” I inform him, wanting to return to our playful back and forth.
Gavin howls with laughter as he wraps me in his arms for a hug, and I nestle my cheek against his strong peck. “I’ve gotta put time in the ring this afternoon, and then I’ll be back to pick you up for the party,” he tells me with a smile.
“What if we don’t finish at the same time?” This feels eerily similar to the conversation Mia and I once had.
“Then I’ll wait for you to finish, or you’ll wait for me to finish. Either way, we’ll finish together.” He wags his eyebrows.
I elbow him, but secretly I’m beaming at his answer as we continue to the parking lot.
He opens my door for me and hustles around to the driver’s side of the old work truck. “What happened to your car?” I wonder.
“I’m getting a new one,” he answers vaguely.
