While Colin was fishing with the guys, I got half of the closet ready for him, emptied his side of the bed’s nightstand, and made room in the bathroom drawers. I texted Holly with an update, but she was so excited that she called me immediately to squeal in my ear.
“Holy moly, no way!” she squees so loudly, I have to pull it from my ear.
“Yes, way!”
“I seriously cannot wait to get there and meet him. With as much as you’ve told me, I can’t wait to meet them all. Sydney, everyone there sounds amazing! Gah, I wish I lived closer!”
“Me too, friend, me too,” I answer sincerely. I miss her so much. “Not much longer, and at least then we’ll be able to enjoy the biggest hug ever. I’ll have to get a guest room ready since the other side of my bed will be occupied…”
Holly giggles with excitement. It’s infectious. I flop back on my bed and sigh. Bitsy jumps up onto the bed and starts sniffing my face and phone, trying to determine what is so funny. Amy comes bounding in and jumps up onto the bed to lick my face and ruff at Bitsy. Bitsy poofs up like a little porcupine, hissing her disdain for such a brash entrance. I pet them both, and Bitsy surprisingly doesn’t jump down. She just had to tell us all about it. Progress.
The door downstairs opens and Amy jumps off the bed, running off to greet Colin.
“I’m back!” I hear my man call, and my heart squeezes.
“Gotta go, Holly. My man’s home.”
“Ooohhh, happy sounds good on you, girl. Love ya!”
“Back at ya!” I hang up, already on my way toward the stairs.
Colin’s already making his way up the stairs. He looks disheveled, happy, and…smells like stink bait and fish…
“Oh my gosh, what kind of bait did you guys use?”
I cover my nose with my hand, backing up, and he chuckles deeply as he comes up the last steps.
“The good stuff. It was worth it.” His smile speaks volumes to the fun they had today.
“Straight to the shower. I think I’m gonna puke.”
He has a wicked glint to his eyes and mine bug out when I realize what he’s thinking.
“Ohhhh no no no… Don’t you even think about touching me with those stinky, filthy, nasty, fishy fingers. I will most definitely toss my cookies all over you.Itwon’t be worth it.”
He guffaws and holds a hand over his heart like he’s wounded.
“Strip, shower, now,” I command, pointing toward my room. He giggles, actually giggles, like a little schoolboy, mindyou, as he walks off into the bathroom. He’s lucky he’s cute. That was just nasty. I hear the shower turn on.
I run down the stairs for the disinfectant spray. I’m going to need a lot of it. I make sure the washer is ready for a quick deposit. It’s overkill, I know, but I spray the whole way up the stairs, even spraying his clothes before I bend down to grab them off the floor of the bathroom. His eyes glitter with amusement as he watches me pick them up gingerly, holding them out in front of me so that they don’t come in contact with a single part of my body. His mouth is pressed in a tight line as he tries to contain his laughter. It’s not working. His shoulders are shaking under the water as he silently laughs until I walk out the door. I hear the shower shut off. Damn, I wish it was that quick for me to take a shower. I wouldn’t even be done with my hair yet. He better have scrubbed good.
I start walking fast so I can get this stinky shit out of my hands pronto. At the bottom of the staircase, I feel a tiny fluff run past my legs, but panic sets in when thundering paws follow. Before I can even think of jumping to the side, my feet are out from under me and that pile of nasty ass clothes is in the air. I land hard with a thud on the wooden floor only to feel and smell disgusting fish stuff land on me seconds later. I can’t see anything because it’s all covering my face.
“EWWWWW!!!!!”
“What was that giant thunk I jus… Oh my…” Hearty laughter echoes from the top of the stairs. I hear him walking down toward me as I yank the gross shirt off first, flinging it across the floor.Yuck!
“Are you okay? How’d you end up under the clothes?”
“Bitsy and Amy,” I grit out between my teeth as he pulls the athletic pants off my shoulder along with his boxer briefs. “Ugh! Now I need a shower too.”
Chuckling, he holds a hand out to me. “I’ll just… throw these in. I won’t start them until after you get out. I’m sorry, babe.” He’s attempting to keep the laughter in. Epically failing, but he gets points for trying. “Your um… butt okay?” He quirks his brow at me all cute and shit while helping me up. I’m annoyed, and yet, he still turns me on.Gah…
“Yes, my ass is fine. Thanks for the help,” I mumble as I rip off my now nasty smelling shirt and gag at the smell of stink bait on my hands as I climb the stairs toward my bathroom.
“Still cute as hell even when you’re grumpy,” his answer follows over his shoulder as he walks the nasties off to the laundry room.
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