Page 63 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Mmm,” she hums as she wipes her face.
“Anything else?”
“Everything else.”
I glance back at all the products I’ve never heard of.
“I need to double cleanse, then serum and?—”
“Okay, okay,” I say digging out each bottle and watching as she meticulously works her way through each one.
“Teeth?” I finally ask, locating her toothbrush and toothpaste when it looks like her routine might be coming to an end.
She nods, and after helping her slide closer to the sink, I stand in the doorway, watching like a creep.
The second she’s done, I hand her a towel to wipe her mouth before lifting her from the counter.
“This isn’t necessary,” she argues, wriggling in my hold.
“You’d rather hop to bed?” I ask with a laugh.
“Do you have to look so smug?” she sulks.
“Smug? I was going for sexy.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“Pajamas?” I ask once I’ve placed her on the edge of the bed.
Her eyes shoot toward her suitcase, which is at least double the size of mine for this short trip.
“I can take it from here,” she assures me.
I want to argue, but I figure I’ve probably already overstayed my welcome. Not that I’m sure I was ever really welcome in the first place.
Reluctantly, I take a step back.
“Okay,” I concede. “But message if you need anything. I’m not far away.”
“I’ll be fine.”
With a nod, and one final look at her, I spin around and move toward the door.
She shuffles around behind me, but I keep my focus ahead and try not to think about what she’s doing.
I have my fingers wrapped around the handle when her voice hits my ears and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“Linc?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Could you…um…”
At her hesitation, I spin around and find her with her back to me.
“Could you unzip me?”
A heavy breath rushes past my lips as I think about undressing her.
