Chapter Thirty-Four
KASS
Last night, after Blake and I made love, wefucked. Thrice.One time involved her tying me to the chair I had previously tied her to and riding me until I was seeing stars. Goddamn, I love this woman.
Even now, as I lie next to her in my bed, watching her sleep, I can't get enough of her. After our adventures in the basement, we agreed to sleep upstairs in my bed. We were too tired to talk about the details, but she agreed to give this an honest shot. There's still a lot to be worked out, but at least I know now that she wants this—whateverthisis.
Blake stirs in her sleep, and I can't help but lean down and kiss her soft cheek. It reminds me that just a few hours ago, they were covered in tears, something I never thought I'd see again. I haven't asked her, but I'm sure if I did, she'd tell me that she rarely lets people see her cry.I've been lucky—or unlucky?—enough to see it twice. I find great promise in knowing that Blake views me as a safe space, one comforting enough for her to let her guard down, if only a little.
"I can feel you staring at me."
"Do you have a problem with me staring at you?"
One eye pops open a hair to assess me. "Depends. Are you judging or doting?"
The gentle way I press my lips onto her cheek should answer that question for her, but just in case, "Definitely doting."
“Then stare away.”
“Are you gonna sleep for a bit longer? I think I hear Clover puttering around, so I should probably go make her breakfast.”
“Oh shit.” She rubs the sleep out of her eyes. “How do you want me to sneak out then?”
“You sure I can’t convince you to stay?”
“I’m sure.”
Though I tried convincing her to stay for Clover’s birthday party today, she didn’t want to complicate things just yet by adding Clover into the mix. As much as I hated her resistance, I love that she thinks of Clover enough to take things slow.
“I’ll go distract her and text you when it’s safe.”
“Safe? Am I at risk of being maimed if I come out too soon?”
The ridiculousness of her statement isn’t lost on either of us as we chuckle. “No risk of being maimed by a nine-year-old, but you would be putting yourself at risk of being asked some pretty tough questions.”
“Ooo, yeah, no thanks. I’ll be sneaky.”
“You know if you come around more often, like you promised me last night, you’re going to have to get used to her questions.”
“I think you forgot that I spent several hours with that child for 8 weeks. I’ve been asked a million questions, mostof which did not pertain to art.” She leans forward to nibble on my arm, which is holding up most of my weight. “She’s a cool kid. I can handle her. I just don’t want to bombard her with new information after all the chaos last night.”
“Alright. Just making sure you didn’t change your mind in the last…” I lean over and tap my phone to see what time it is, “four hours.”
She rolls on her back and gazes up at me. The sheet barely covers her naked chest, and I have to fight the urge to rip it away and claim her again.
“Nope. Plus, I told you, I have brunch plans with a friend.”
“Not a lame excuse again…”
I wiggle my fingers into her side, and she scrunches up into a ball, laughing. “I’m serious this time!”
“Okay, fine. Will you text me when you get home safe?”
“Sure?”
“Don’t act like that’s a ridiculous request.”
Once she understands my true meaning, her mocking expression softens. “I’ll let you know when I’ve made it home safe.”
