Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“You had those same responsibilities last night when you went flying down that hill, and you still had ‘em when I was going down on you on the sofa.”
“Don’t be crass.”
“Just telling it like it is.” He tossed the comforter back, got up, and walked over to me, completely unfazed by the fact that he was completely naked. “You may have responsibilities, lots of them, but you’re still you. And I happen to like you, even when you try to hide behind blankets.”
He gave it a quick tug, pulling it from my grasp. Before I had a chance to protest, he’d pulled me into his arms and was kissing me, making me temporarily forget about all my earlier doubts. Just as I was about to completely melt into his arms, he pulled back and said, “I’ve got responsibilities, too. They’re not the same as yours, but they are just as important.”
I was still in a haze and unable to speak, so I simply nodded.
“I’m not going to make any promises, especially ones I can’t keep, but like you said last night, I wanna try this. I’m willing to deal with whatever responsibilities you might have. I just ask that you do the same for me.”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good.” He gave my bare ass a quick slap, then turned and started walking towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna take a hot shower. You’re welcome to join me.”
I froze. I hadn’t taken a shower with a man since college, and thinking about taking one with him now had every instinct in my body wanting to reach back for that blanket. When he saw that I hadn’t followed, he stopped in the doorway and said, “Let me rephrase that... Get in here and join me.”
Without any further hesitation, I skirted over to the bathroom and joined him in the shower. Needless to say, it was a heart-pulsing way to start the morning—even better than coffee, but it made it that much harder when it came time for him to leave. I tried not to sound too disappointed when I told him, “I had a really good time with you last night.”
“Right back at ya.” He stepped over to me and slipped his arms around my waist as he asked, “When will I get to see you again?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve got the kids every night until next weekend.”
“Any way we can work around that?”
“I could get my mom to watch them for a night or...”
“Or what?”
“You could just come and meet them and see how it goes.”
“Yeah, we could do that.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’d like to meet them. Just let me know when, and I’ll do my best to work it out.” He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss before turning and heading for the door. “I’ll be in touch.”
And just like that, he was gone.
I only had a couple of hours before the kids came back from their father’s, so I got busy cleaning up the dishes from dinner and starting my grocery list. I felt like the clock was ticking as I rushed to the store and tried to find everything we would need to get through the week.
When I got back home, I quickly organized my haul, putting everything in its designated place in the kitchen and the pantry. I felt a sense of satisfaction when all the bags were empty, and everything was ready for the kids to come home. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long before the back door flew open, and Nathan came barreling inside.
“Hey, sweetie. How was your weekend?”
“It was alright.” He continued towards his room as he told me, “Dad took us to eat pizza and to the new Spiderman movie.”
“That’s great.”
Seconds later, Samantha came rushing through the door, and her eyes were wide as she told me, “Hey, Dad’s coming in.”
“What?”
Before she could say anything more, Chad appeared in the doorway. He was wearing his Sunday clothes, a pair of khakis and a button-down with dress shoes, and his hair was neatly combed like he’d been to church. But I knew that wasn’t the case. He hadn’t been to church since he and Crissy got together, but he was still dressing the part. I never understood why he felt it necessary to put on a show. It repulsed me and made it hard to even look at him.
He didn’t say a word.
He simply stood there and watched as Samantha came over to me and gave me a quick hug. Once she’d disappeared into her room, he cleared his throat and muttered, “Hey, Mags.”
“Hey, Chad.” He wasn’t one to chat, especially during drop-offs, so I had a bad feeling that something was up. “You need something?”
“We drove by here on the way to the movies.” He sounded wounded as he said, “I saw a black SUV in the driveway.”