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“Of course!”
“My mom always said women who shave their thighs are hussies.” Emily sniffs with mock indignance, and we both laugh. Hers trails off on a cough, causing mine to drift off entirely.
“What’s a hussy?” Willow asks, carefully rubbing the cream on her legs. Her tongue is caught between her teeth in concentration. It’s thick and globby in places, and I have to really concentrate on not reaching out to fix it. I want Emily to take control as much as possible.
“I’ll tell you when you’re fourteen,” Chase gruffs out. He checks his watch with a sigh. “I have to get to work. Can you ladies handle it from here?”
Emily scoffs in offense, and unfortunately, I don’t think she’s pretending. “Yep, been doing it for years, thanks.”
Chase opens his mouth to smart back, but he must notice both my and Willow’s eyes on him and thinks better of it. Instead, he takes a deep breath and forces a smile. “See you three later.”
Willow’s little head pops up. “Byeeee!” she yells.
When he walks out, I turn my attention back to Willow. “Okay, let’s smooth out some of this shaving cream. If it gets too thick, the blade won’t cut.”
She continues to listen as Emily and I direct her through the motions, and when all is said and done, she walks away with only three cuts. A lot less than I suffered through my first time shaving.
I rise from my kneeling position and snag the clean towel from the top of the toilet seat while Willow pulls the plug to the tub and stands. She stretches the goggles up high on her head, showing off two red rings around her eyes, then she places her hands on her hips and grins proudly despite the watery blood that trails down the nicks on her legs.
“I feel like a new woman,” she says, shaking the water off her legs like a wet puppy. “Can we talk about that bra now?”
* * *
“Hey.”
I swivel my head toward the sound of Chase’s voice. He’s leaning up against the frame of the kitchen doorway, wearing blue plaid pajama pants and a white V-neck that does crazy things to my libido.
His eyes slide over me, spending a little extra time on my bare legs, which are crossed at the knee and resting on the barstool.
“How long have you been standing there?” I ask, setting my phone down on the counter and twisting the top of the stool so I can face him.
“Damnit, Addison.” He runs one hand over his face, then saunters toward me.
I don’t even think he means to be so sexy, but the way he looks at me, like he can’t go another second without touching me, has me hoping he’ll rip my clothes off and sink his teeth into me.
We’ve been fooling around here and there over the past few weeks, but it’s mostly just been him giving me orgasm after orgasm. Whenever I try to return the favor, he pulls away, and we always end up sleeping alone in our respective bedrooms. I know he was just as concerned as I was about rushing our relationship, so I understand that he doesn’t want sex to taint our feelings. I might even feel jealous if it weren’t for moments like this.
I follow his eyesight down to my open silk robe and spaghetti strap tank top. It’s pulled low thanks to my ever-growing cleavage. I smirk, pulling at the top of my shirt to give myself more coverage.
“Hey,” he protests, reaching out to yank the fabric back down an inch. “Much better.” He leans down and places a kiss to each side of my collarbone.
I sigh and lean into his lips, hoping he’ll go lower, but instead, he pulls away. At first, I want to protest, but when I see him pull out the container of Chex Mix he and Willow made a few days ago, I zip my lips. He completes our midnight snack with two water bottles from the fridge.
“We should really switch to a more ecofriendly option,” I say, eyeing the water.
He hums in his throat, a thoughtful look on his face. “We can do that,” he says. “Can’t sleep?”
“Nope. It’s been a struggle the past few nights.” I shrug my shoulders and grab my phone, turning the display back on. “So, I’ve been on Pinterest and Google researching all things baby. You remember the list Indira and Emily helped me make?”
“I do.” His grin spreads on his face as he straddles the barstool beside mine. “What did you find?”
I go to my bookmarks and scroll through the saved pages, clicking on a random one. “See these blankets? Apparently, babies like to be swaddled because it reminds them of being in the womb.”
He tilts the phone in my hand to see what I have pulled up. He nods once and says, “Text me the link, and I’ll order them.”
I raise my eyebrows. “If I knew you were buying, I would have shown you something more expensive.”
He laughs and kisses the side of my head.“Send me whatever you want, Addison. I’m good for it.”
