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Eventually, the hardware store drops off the pre-cut plywood. Sloane hammers while I hold up the wood for each blown-out window. Earlier, while I made breakfast, she went online and made an appointment for a window replacement company to put in new windows this week. Aside from the charred bike in the driveway, we’ve finally managed to get past all the drama from this morning.
“I’ll find someone to haul the bike away,” I tell her as we make it back inside. “It’s trashed and I never had a clean title on it, so it’s not like I can get any money for it.”
“I hate that your bike was a casualty in my war against those stupid biker assholes.”
“Our war,” I remind her. “We’re in this together.”
I’m graced with another beautiful smile that does wonders for soothing my aching heart. I don’t like being at odds with my family, but I don’t see any other way around it. I’m not about to let them dictate who I love. Not happening.
“BLTs for lunch?”
“Do I even have stuff for BLTs?” she tosses back, eyebrow arched.
“I bought real food for your fridge considering all you had were condiments and takeout boxes.” I playfully smack her on the ass. “Told you I was going to take care of you.”
Her cheeks redden and the grin she flashes me is brilliant. “I’m starting to believe you.”
“Good girl.”
“Show me,” Sloane says, poking me in the chest. “You brought it, so show me. As your muse, I demand it.”
Anxiety crawls up my spine, but I try not to let it affect me. If she wants to see all my drawings, then I’ll show her. I just hope she likes them. With a heavy sigh of resignation, I leave her side on the couch to dig my iPad out of my backpack. Once I sit back down, she scoots closer, resting her head on my shoulder.
I open the Procreate app and then hand it to her. Slowly, one by one, she opens each piece to look at the illustrations.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “Your work is so…real. I didn’t have time to truly appreciate it the night of the event. You’re so incredibly talented.”
Her words are a surge to my ego. It’s nice to hear when you’re good at something and not just the family fuckup.
When she finds one that shows her nipple, she gasps. “Dempsey.”
“I know, I know. I just…you know I can’t stop thinking about you. This was before I knew what you looked like naked. My imagination.”
She laughs. “You make me seem perfect.”
“You are perfect, babe. I don’t see a single flaw when I look at you.”
“Your eyes are lying to you.”
“Maybe my eyes are the ones that see the truth.”
She closes the iPad and places it down on the sofa beside her. Then she sits up and straddles my lap.
“How about now? What do you see?”
I slide my palms to her ass, drawing her close to me. “You. All I see is you.”
“With no makeup and dark bags under my eyes from lack of sleep.”
“Nah, just you, babe. Beautiful fucking you.”
She pounces on me, crushing me in a hungry kiss. I squeeze her ass, urging her to grind on my dick that’s now hard as stone.
“Still sore?” I rasp out. “Too sore to fuck?”
“Y-Yes. Ugh. I hate that I am.”
“Take off your shirt and let me see your pretty tits then.”
