Page 83 of Thaw My Heart

Kit:

I’d like to do that first part, but after I watch you use that pretty pink vibrator.

Sadie:

Now I’m hot and embarrassed.

Kit:

Don’t be embarrassed.

She has no reason to be embarrassed. Finding her vibrator next to a picture of me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and the biggest compliment.

Now, with my hand on my throbbing dick in the bathroom, I relive it. Just the thought of her using it and thinking about me, getting wet and aroused, brings me to a quick release, spilling myself all over the shower.

My body wakes up at four, but I force myself to sleep until six. It’s Sunday after all, and thankfully today’s my day off. Golden sunlight streams in, and then I’m on my feet, letting out the dogs through the glass sliding door in my room. They do their business and run straight back inside, shaking off snow from their fur.

After throwing on a T-shirt to match my flannel pajama pants, I head to the kitchen to feed the dogs and prepare breakfast. Looks like it’s going to be an omelet day, because it’s about all that’s left in my fridge. I’m also out of dog food, but Bandit and Fox don’t seem to mind having leftover steak and veggies.

The omelet is halfway done when Sadie’s truck pulls up. Back much earlier than I expected. She knocks twice and enters after hearing my voice.

“Hey, Cowboy,” she smiles. Fox rushes up to her, eager for her affections.

“Hey,” I say back, standing at the stove.

She breathes in deep, taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack. “It smells so good in here. I could smell it outside.”

“You’re back earlier than I expected.” If I’d known, I would’ve already had breakfast prepared.

She places a hand on her hip, eyeing me speculatively. “Did you have plans with someone else?”

“Just you.” Unfinished business, more like it.

“Good,” she blushes, scratching Fox behind the ears before making her way towards the kitchen. “I like this look on you,” she gestures to my pajama pants. “Although it’s too bad you’re not standing there naked doing that.”

“Maybe next time.” I transfer the finished omelet to a plate, pushing it towards her. “You hungry?”

She stops, brows contorting in confusion. “What?” She seems generally surprised I asked.

“Are you hungry?” I repeat.

She glances at the plate and back at me, hesitating. “No one’s ever cooked for me before.” Really? “Well, besides the dinner at Cole’s, but I barely ate anything that night.”

Something I’ll always feel sorry for. “I’m really sorry for how I acted that night.”

She shrugs. “It’s okay, you hated me then.”

“I never hated you, Sadie,” I correct.

I only hated seeing her with someone else. It burned me up inside, wanting someone who I thought didn’t want me.

Her mouth quirks to the side. “Could’ve fooled me.”

I glance at the plate in my hands, still not believing no one has cooked for her. “But didn’t your mom ever⁠—”

“No. She died,” she says quickly, fiddling with her gold horseshoe necklace, unable to meet my eyes.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I murmur. “Mine did too.” One of the worst days of my life. A scar I’ll carry with me forever. “Car accident. I was thirteen.”