At least until John’s brothers come over. Hmm, maybe best in the closet for now.
I really should’ve gone over to say hi at the wedding instead of dancing, but having John’s eyes on me was a treat. I couldn’t focus on anything but him and the way he watched me. I truly had no intention of stopping until he walked away.
My phone starts ringing, and for a moment I perk up, hoping it’s John, but it’s my mom.
“Hi, Mom!” I greet her, putting the phone on speaker.
“Chad, honey, how is it going? How’s the house?”
“You and Dad have to come and see it. It’s huge! It’s an old Victorian-style house, and it’s going to be so pretty when it’s all updated. The guy I’m dating, his brothers are contractors, so they can help. But I think it’s going to be a big project.”
“We can’t wait to come see it. How are things going with your mystery man?”
I chew on my lip as I consider what to say because I really don’t know how they’re going. On one hand, he gave me the best, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life, but he’s also still very grumpy. I thought sex would get him to relax more than it did, but I’m still undeterred.
“Good, I think. We’re adjusting to being in the same place,” I say, which is true. “Just got to get a bit more settled. Last week was so busy with Blake’s wedding.”
“Your father and I texted him and sent him our gift. I hate that we had to miss it. We feel so bad, but with your father’s knee surgery, there’s just no way for him to sit in the car that long.”
“Don’t worry, Mom, he completely understood,” I reassure her.
“As soon as he’s better, we’ll plan a trip!”
“Good. I know I just left, but I miss you both so much already.”
“We miss you too, Chaddy. Send me pictures of the house and the progress, okay? We’re so proud of you for chasing your dreams.”
“I will, bye, Mom!”
“Bye, sweetie,” she says before hanging up.
Talking to my parents always makes me feel better. I definitely grew up spoiled as an only child, and my parents pretty much let me get away with anything, but they’re also my best friends and so supportive. It’s why Blake spent so much time at my house when we were kids. Unfortunately, his parents were the opposite.
I head back downstairs, and there isn’t much to do, so I work out, but after about an hour with no equipment, I get pretty bored so I take a quick shower and make my way to the kitchen. I realize I have nothing here, and I figure I might as well order some things online. I fill up my cart with kitchen utensils, plates, bowls, and more, then realize I’m still going to have to go out for dinner because I can’t get food delivered here.
It’s a bit crazy, even to me, that I moved from NYC, where everything was right there at my fingertips, to a place out in the middle of nowhere that doesn’t even have a single food delivery app. This town really does feel like it’s twenty or so years behind, but I’m enjoying the change.
I start dialing John before I walk out the door so I can invite him out with me. I assume he’s almost finished with work.
“Hi, Chad,” John says dryly after a few rings.
“Hi, Hubby. I have nothing to eat here so I was going to go into town to pick something up. Do you want to come?”
John lets out a sigh on the other side of the phone. “I’ve got food at home I was planning to make for dinner.”
How did I marry someone so responsible?
“So, is that a no?” I clarify.
“That’s a no,” John confirms, but another idea springs up in my mind, because John said we couldn’t have sex two days in a row, and we didn’t last night, so today we definitely should.
“What if I get food for me and bring it over to your house? Then we can eat dinner together and maybe do other things!” I suggest hopefully, then I add more quietly, “My house is too big and scary to be all by myself.”
After a moment, he lets out what I can only assume is a huffed laugh. “Sure, Chad. I guess that’s fine.”
“Yay! I can’t wait. I’ll see you soon.”
I hang up the phone and nearly sprint to my car, so excited that I’ll be able to see John soon. I’ve missed him all day.
