Page 127 of Bless My Body

“What a way to wake up,” she says, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She starts to move toward

the lower half of my body, and I know what her plan is. But much to my throbbing cock’s dismay, I

stop her.

“I think you need to get up, babe,” I tell her. A look of disappointment washes over her features.

She loves getting me off as much as I love doing it to her.

“You don’t want me to…?” She nods to where my cock is tenting the sheets.

“Oh, I want it. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you choke on it later.” She moans as I take her

lips on mine. “Now get up and get your ass ready.”

She hops off the bed, and I watch her walk around the room completely naked. There are boxes

everywhere with her things packed and ready to move to Savannah next week. It’s going to suck being

even further away from her, but I’m so damn proud of her. I know she’s going to kill it.

Celine throws a robe on. “I’m going to go shower.”

“I’ll come with you.” I throw some sweats on and make the short trip across the hall to the

bathroom. If we had nothing to do today and my best friend and his girlfriend weren’t a wall away, I

would have taken my time with Celine in the shower. But we actually do need to shower.

By the time we get out and dressed, we hear someone running around downstairs. “Oh! Wes and

Hazel must be here with Emerson,” Celine says, clapping her hands together in excitement. Between

Celine and Stella, Emerson is going to be spoiled beyond belief.

Everyone is gathering in the kitchen. “There they are,” Wes calls out when Celine and I walk in.

All our friends were, dare I say, relieved when they found out Celine and I had decided to be together

exclusively. I know Ozzy and Wes know how much I was crushing on Celine when I first met her. I’m

just glad they didn’t give me too much shit for wanting the one girl who didn’t want me back. But I

was patient, and I’ve been rewarded graciously for that. I don’t think Celine would have been able to

give me what I wanted if I had approached her with the thirty-day deal four years ago. Our

relationship wasn’t the same back then. Now is the right timing for us.

“Hazel and I brought brunch for the grads.” I take in the spread of chicken and waffles, fruit, and

champagne and orange juice for mimosas on the counter. It’s enough to feed an entire army. Emerson

reaches her little hand up and grabs a chicken tender before running off with it squeezed in her little

fist.

The girls scarf down the food before heading off to the University. I wrap Celine in my arms and