“Eh, it’s nothing. Just in my head a bit.” I put the jacket on the hook and turned to him. “So, what’s the program?”
When I looked at him, I realized he might be older, but he hadn’t really thought this through, either.
“It’s customary to offer your visitor a drink,” I pointed out, when his gaze seemed stuck on my collarbone.
Law cleared his throat. “Right. Would you like something to drink?”
I shrugged. “If you’re having something. I’m easy.”
He rolled his eyes at my smirk and gestured toward the kitchen. “Come on.”
We went to the still outdated but much more homey now that it looked lived-in kitchen.
“It’s nice in here,” I commented, realizing that I hadn’t really had a house tour after they moved in.
“It’s a nice old house.” He opened the fridge, then seemed thoughtful. “Do you want a glass of wine?”
“If you’re having one, sure. It’s not my favorite, but I’ll have a glass with you.”
Smiling a little, he was clearly about to quip something about my age, but glanced at me and caught my not-impressed face. Chuckling, he closed the fridge door and grabbed a bottle of red wine from the rack on the counter. There were three bottles left, all of them red. How grown up of him.Shit.I was reverse quipping in my head now.
He opened the bottle and took two wine glasses from the cupboard, then poured us both some. He left the bottle on the counter, then gestured toward the family room. I followed him there and curled up on the couch. There was a fire in the fireplace, too, as if this moment wasn’t kind of grown up and perfect already.
Law handed me one of the glasses and sat right next to me. We both took a sip, looked at each other, and just burst into quiet snickers.
“Well, this isn’t awkward at all,” he said once we could talk again.
“Nope.” I took another sip, then leaned closer to him and tilted my head just so. “Kiss me.”
He smiled in that fond way I’d come to love and leaned in for one of his kisses that melted my brain a little.
“Today was fun.” I curled up against his side and he put his arm around me.
We sat there, drinking wine and staring at the fire like a real couple. It messed with my head a little, but deep down I knew we were no such thing and never would be.
“It was, yes. Thank you again for taking the kids.” He chuckled. “The cupcakes had interesting decorations, but were tasty.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault that your eldest likes to enable her brother. The Sludge Cakes were not pretty but like you said, tasted good.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head, then sighed in a way that told me he was so damn content right then.
The toilet flushed upstairs, but since nobody came to call, Law said, “That was Harper.”
I nodded. “I guessed as much.”
We chatted about Marlie’s party and her dog for a while, slowly draining our wine.
I didn’t drink much, so having three quarters of a glass definitely made me feel a bit flushed and the tiniest hints of something that could turn into tipsiness if drinking another glass.
“So,” I said once my glass was empty. “I had this idea.”
“Oh?” Law looked at me.
I wasn’t quite able to make eye contact, so I just said, “I want you inside me.”
He let out a small gasp, as if he hadn’t at all expected that. How, I didn’t know.
“Oak….”
