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I liked that.
He didn’t just rush to assure me that it would all be fine, that I could clean up, and all would be well.
He offered another suggestion, a way to make things right that didn’t involve tensing anytime someone walked past my apartment door when I left. Or terrified to leave it, afraid of what might happen when I wasn’t home. And definitely to Frida, if I couldn’t take her with me.
It wasn’t the stuff.
It was the feeling.
He got that.
It wouldn’t be easy, or cheap, to start over, to rebuild everything I loved. But I could do it if I had to, if I couldn’t get past this.
I said nothing for a long moment, just letting myself lean into him, allowing myself to enjoy the way his arms wrapped me up, made me feel safe and protected.
And, yes, enjoying the scent of him.
The line of products he used smelled even better on his skin than it did in the bottles.
“I should go back,” I said. “Get the police report over with.”
I would stress about it until I did it.
“Just stay the night, baby. Get your mind around this.”
“But if I don’t report—“
“Tell the truth,” he cut me off. “You were staying with a friend. You didn’t get back until… whenever you go back. And that’s when you saw the damage and called.”
Called.
“What about my phone?” I asked, pulling back to look at him, but was silently pleased that he allowed for space, but didn’t release me.
“It wasn’t there. Or if it was, it wasn’t anywhere that I could find it. That… that you should handle,” he admitted, arms loosening, then moving off of me, but not before his hands slid down my back and across my hips.
Did my belly go all liquid?
Yes.
I mean, if your bellydidn’tgo all liquid when a guy like this touched you, I was pretty sure you were crazy.
“Handle,” I repeated, my brain suddenly turned to mush.
“Report it stolen,” he said. “They can brick it.”
“Brick it,” I repeated, sure my brain wasn’t to blame for that one. It just didn’t make any sense.
“Make it so no one can use or access it. Turn it into a brick,” he clarified.
“Oh, right,” I said, nodding. That made sense. And would protect any of my personal information.
“Do you have a lock on your phone?”
“Yes.”
“Good. So it is likely fine for the moment. But most locks can be overridden if someone is determined enough.”
“But what… what if the police ask why I reported it stolen before the break-in?”
