“My period is kind of the problem. I can’t remember the last time I had one. I think between everything that happened with James and the coma and the medications, I don’t remember if I had one or if I was even on birth control. And if I was, did the medicine do anything to it?”
“Oh shit.” She covers her mouth.
“Yeah, so according to my app, if I had a regular period, it would be due next week.” I pull up the app, showing her the calendar.
“But you haven’t had one while you’ve been here, right? Not yet?”
“Nope.” I pop the P. “Like I said, I think everything fucked with my cycle. Now, I don’t even know where I’m at or if I’m ovulating or getting ready to be a cranky B.”
“Well. I will definitely have my phone on me at all times next week. And I better be the first one you call.” She leans back in her chair, smiling. Unlike me.
I roll my eyes. “Wyatt and I have never discussed kids or marriage, but he did tell me all about his ex-fiancée, Melissa. So how would he handle a child if he’s afraid of commitment because of that bitch?”
“From what I’ve heard, that girl was a gold-digging bitch who just wanted someone to take care of her while she did whatever, and whomever, she wanted.”
She reaches out to hold my hand across the table. “He hasn’t brought anyone around since or spent more than a few hours with anyone, at least not that I know of. Until you showed up, he had the playboy reputation around town, and the tourists were his favorite because they left after a few days. I think you’re the real deal for him. I wouldn’t worry about Wyatt. He’s great with the kids, and he’s going to be a great dad. If you’re even pregnant.”
“I think I’d rather not be right now, but if I am, I hope you’re right.” I give her a weak smile.
“You have nothing to worry about. Seriously. Wyatt is a great man. I know he likes to show a different side to the world, but I have a feeling he lets you in to see who he truly is.”
“I know. I just need to trust myself and my judgement again.” I grab our empty plates off the table and toss them in the trash.
“Okay, time for a spa night!” she says cheerily, rising from her seat.
She bustles around the kitchen, grabbing the nail polish and face masks from her bag off the counter.
Settling into my spot on the couch, I pull the table closer for us to paint our nails and put on a rom-com.
Cluelessis a classic that never fails to make us forget all our problems.
Pulling into the garage, I’m dragging ass. I’m so tired. Only the thought of crawling into bed with a naked Sophia is pulling me through.
Trudging up the stairs, I see the warm glow of a nightlight shining under the door of my bedroom. Turning the doorknob slowly and quietly so that I don’t wake her up, I push it open to find her snoring lightly in the middle of the bed.
The sight makes me smile. Even at three AM.
Slipping out of my uniform until I’m as naked as I hope she is, I slide into bed behind her, wrapping my body around hers and pulling her into my arms.
“You made it,” she whispers.
Leaning over, I kiss her neck and run my hand over her hip, down to the heat between her legs. “Was there any doubt? I’ll always come when I promise you.”
She backs her ass up into my lap, wiggling it for effect.
“You didn’t send me a scene from our book.”
“Why would I? You’re better than any book. You don’t need any inspiration.”
“You’re my inspiration, Goddess.” Kissing along her neck makes her moan and relax into me.
I slip my fingers through her wet pussy, letting them plunge into her. At the same time, she reaches back for my cock, pumping her hand back and forth slowly.
“Go slow tonight,” she asks.
“Everything okay?” I ask her, concerned that she might be hurt. She’s never asked for slow.
“Perfect. I just want to enjoy feeling you close.” She looks at me over her shoulder and smiles.
