“I guess I’m not sure yet. I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. I mean, I have a good job, but I don’t love it. Not like you.”
“I discovered how much I loved social media when I was in college. I just followed that path.”
“I took business classes because I didn’t know what to do and thought it would give me a good job. I wasn’t wrong, but I haven’t found anything I really like. Selling insurance is boring.”
“Oh my gawd. I think I’d die. You have to figure something else out before your brain rots.”
“True.”
At the end of the evening, we were stuffed with tacos and frozen drinks, but I wasn’t any closer to a decision, so I did the one thing I could. I decided not to decide. At least a little while longer. I’d heard an old saying before that stuck with me:If you don’t know what to do, don’t do anything.So,nothingwas where I was standing until I knew where I was going.
Chapter six
Warner – Get Ready
April to May flew by, and now we were in June, preparing to go on this road trip. I still didn’t have Cody moving in with me, and I feared even breaching the subject with him. What if he did come back with a solid no? Would we continue our relationship then? How could we?
I darted around my bedroom, collecting the clothes I wanted to bring and forcing myself to ignore the increasing tension even though it buzzed in the back of my head like an active beehive. Shorts and T-shirts were a must.
Cody followed me into the closet. He had a whole rack of clothes along with three drawers here already. That little fact wanted to get under my skin, but I wouldn’t let it. He grabbed two dress shirts and a tie and tossed them on the bed next to the big suitcase.
“Cody? What do you need those for?”
“You know…maybe the cruise.” He hummed as he continued looking through the closet.
“I hadn’t thought about that.” I searched for something a little more formal to include, though I didn’t think we'd have a formal dinner this time. I thought about texting Ward to find out for sure but stopped in my tracks when Cody returned to the bed with a heavy winter coat. “Cody, I don’t think you need that. It’s summertime.”
“Oh, right. Maybe a hoodie then?”
I shook my head. “South Florida in June. No.”
“Hmm…it might rain…” He put the coat back in the closet but brought out two pairs of jeans. Before I could question him on the jeans, he darted out of the room. When he skipped back in, he carried an armful of toys, including a model toy car, two stuffies, and a Tonka truck. “These guys have never been anywheres.” He dropped the toys on the bed, but the stuffies actually went into the suitcase.
“Cody…” But before I could tell him not to bring the toys, he dashed out, feet pounding on the stairs. “Don’t run in the house, Cody.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Came floating up, but his feet were still padding loudly across the floor. He returned too quickly with a frying pan in his hands. “We need this for good breakfastes.” He plopped it right into the middle of my suitcase.
“Cody, no.” I picked the frying pan up and set it on the dresser. “What are you doing?”
Ignoring me, Cody pulled open his drawer and tossed boxer briefs and swim trunks in the suitcase. At least those were more reasonable, but then he was looking around for something else, searching for more stuff, appropriate or not. He darted into the closet and brought out my jeans jacket and two ties that I probably hadn’t worn in the past five years. “You need these.” He turned and started grabbing knick-knacks off my dresser.
That was all I could take of his silliness. Grabbing Cody, I swung him over my shoulder before he could pick up any othercrazy thing and gave him a swat on the ass. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, brat?” He smelled fresh like flowers and citrus, and familiarity, which I loved.
He started laughing, soft at first, but growing in intensity the more he spoke. “I’m not…really…just…needs…stuff…packed.” He was nearly hysterical by the time he finished.
“Really?”
“No,” he sighed out a long breath and smiled, looking more beautiful than ever. He shoved his light brown hair out of his gorgeous brown eyes that were filled with a playful light. That was a lot better than the deep and thoughtful looks I’d been getting too much of lately.
I tossed him on the far side of the bed that was still relatively empty. “What should we do about this?”
Cody wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe it’s adult time?”
That was our code word phrase for sexy time, and I could not resist my boy, whether he was little or adult. Maybe especially adult.
I shoved the suitcase along with the rest of the mess he’d brought to the floor and climbed on top of him so I could mouth his throat. His hips punched up into me, since he was already hard. Nothing turned me on nearly as much as knowing he wanted me.
With my fingers in his hair, I kissed him deeply, questioning with every flick of my tongue, and he boldly answered back. Loving him was perfect.
