Page 44 of Bourbon Bliss
“It was so good, once I started I couldn’t stop.” I winked.
Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. I couldn’t help but think about that blush creeping down her neck to her tits. My dick swelled and I was glad I was wearing sweats.
I half-expected her to comment on my thinly veiled innuendo, but she didn’t. She blinked at me a few times and went back to her dinner.
“So, June Bug, I’ve been thinking about something. I wanted to run it by you.”
“Yes?”
“I think we’d both agree we like seeing each other.”
“I would agree with that statement, yes.”
“Good. Seeing as how I’m no longer playing football, I find myself with quite a bit of freedom for the foreseeable future. Especially when it comes to where I live.”
“That makes sense. Particularly if you’re financially stable.”
“Right, exactly. And I was thinking that instead of going home to Philly, maybe I’d stay here in Bootleg for a while.”
“Stay here?” She put her fork down. “I don’t know why I repeated that as a question. I heard you quite clearly.”
“Maybe because what I said surprised you.”
“That is accurate, yes.”
“So… what do you think?”
She looked down at her plate, her expression unreadable. I could practically see the wheels in her head turning as she pondered my question. As much as I wanted an enthusiasticyesout of her, seeing her consider my suggestion felt good. I liked that she was taking me seriously.
“Yes,” she said, looking up to meet my gaze. “The question of whether or not you’d remain in Bootleg has been weighing on my mind. I would very much like it if you stayed.”
I reached across the table and took her hand—squeezed it, then idly rubbed my thumb across her knuckles. “Good. Then I will. I need to call Andrea and have her bring Mellow out here.”
“Mellow?”
“She’s my bunny. I didn’t tell you about my little Marshmellow?”
“Do you spell it with anaor ane?”
“Ane, even though I know it’s not the proper spelling.”
She shrugged. “It’s a name. I’ll allow it.”
“Well thank you very much, Miss Dictionary.”
“I’m not a dictionary, and that sounds like a mockery of a beauty queen title.”
I laughed, which made her laugh. I squeezed her hand again. “I was just teasing. But I am serious about bringing Mellow out here. I miss my little furball.”
Her brow furrowed slightly. “George, does bringing your bunny to live here with you in Bootleg Springs mean you and I are officially in a romantic relationship?”
I hesitated for a beat, about to sayI’d like to think so. But I knew June preferred it when I was straightforward. “Yes, it does.”
That smile of hers lit up her eyes. “Okay. I like that too.”
“Me too, June Bug. Me too.”
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