Page 75 of Every Little Kiss
This jubilation and freedom was hers. It had always been hers, and now she was allowing herself to share that experience with someone else.
She’d been wrong to think that one relationship could diminish another. It only made her realize how amazingly different two men could be. And how far she’d come in her journey.
Liv opened her eyes, surprised to find Ford watching her. He looked so serious she wanted to laugh. She also wanted to cry, but since that would probably freak him out even more, she kissed him.
“I’m still sure,” she whispered and kissed him again. “And in case you’re still worried, I was sure twice in fifteen minutes. That’s a record for me.”
That time he smiled. “It could have been three, but you started getting handsy and sped things up.”
“I’m a nurse. We excel with our hands.”
“I noticed.” He gave her another brush of the lips and then lifted her off him and placed her on her feet. Her legs were almost as wobbly as her heart.
Because this hadn’t been a precursor to step four. Itwasstep four. They weren’t dating, and they didn’t have a title, but they did share a relationship. However tenuous it was, it would forever shape her life.
“Don’t move.” Ford stood, walking all six-plus glorious feet of him down the hallway like naked was his thing, and Liv got her first chance to really look at him. Andsweet baby Jesus, the man was big. Everywhere.
A gentle giant, she thought, picking up her sweater and slipping it on. She grabbed her shorts and was looking for her underwear when a scrap of pink silk came into view, dangling from a manly finger.
“Need help?” he asked, and she snatched it back.
Stuffing it in her shorts pocket, she slipped them on and went to button them, when Ford pushed her hands aside. He’d tugged on his jeans but was still missing the shirt, so when he stepped closer, she had a yummy overload.
He took his time buttoning her shorts, then linking his thumbs into her belt loops, he tugged her close to kiss. “Now, why were you buttering me up earlier?”
Liv laughed, and it felt good. “It doesn’t matter. We can talk about it tomorrow.”
When she couldn’t still taste him on her lips.
“I don’t like it.” He lowered his mouth and kissed her until she forgot how to argue. With a satisfied grin, he grabbed the chopsticks off the counter and handed her a set. Then he grabbed Liv by the waist and set her on the counter.
Stepping between her legs, he opened one of the to-go boxes, Mongolian beef, and offered her the first bite. “Now, why did you stop by?”
Liv speared a piece of broccoli. “To be clear. This.” She waved the chopsticks between them. “Wasn’t part of the buttering.”
“This,” he said wickedly, “is too sweet to be anything but frosting.”
Liv didn’t know why that made her heart pitter-pat, but it did. “I need a favor.”
He chuckled. “Last time you asked for a favor, I spent my day being ogled by a bunch of old ladies.”
“You also got cupcakes.”
“Point taken.” He popped a bite in his mouth. “What’s the favor?”
“I want to rent your dog.”
She looked around, realizing that she hadn’t a clue as to where Bullseye had gone.
“He’s a gentleman—he’s in his room. And why do you want to rent my dog?”
Liv pulled out the note she’d stuck in her pocket and handed it to him. She’d read it a dozen times since seeing it, and it still made her tear up.
Ballerina Girl~
Superboy is one of us. He has shown you the secret handshake. Show him our secret dance moves.
~Bullseye
