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“There aren’t any curtains, you know,” Megan whispered after a few minutes, breaking away from their kiss.
“Isn’t it exciting? Besides, I like the look of you in the house. In my house.”
Megan smiled and edged down against him more, rubbing into an area that sent an electric shock of desire through him. Her smile was an invitation that he gladly accepted.
A hell of a quickie later, she laid her head on his shirt, with her red hair over him like the softest blanket he could ever know. He almost wished he had taken off his shirt—he’d somehow avoided that every night they’d spent together so far—but he wasn’t ready for that yet.
His phone buzzed over in the corner where he had thrown it when things had started to heat up. Hopefully it wasn’t broken, but in the moment, a cracked screen was very far down the priority list.
“You should probably get that,” Megan said, not moving an inch on his chest. Her breath had slowed from the panting, as she melted into him.
“All I need to do right now is stay with you right here on this floor.”
“Your dad could come by any minute.”
“Yep, he sure could.”
Neither of them moved. Megan took a big breath in, like she was getting an idea, so Troy brought his hand to her back and kept stroking it, stilling her from moving away.
The sun streamed in through the windows with the passing of the day. Even though he was flat on his back on the new floor they had just broken in, he was more comfortable than he had been in years. He could only see the top of her head, but somehow knew her eyes were closed and at peace with her breathing. He kept stroking her back, memorizing her hair and the variations in the colors. One curl danced with every breath he took, proving every inch of her was vital, real, and filled with joy. Troy soaked up every perfect moment, committing it all to a memory he would cherish forever.
The buzz of the phone interrupted him again.
Megan pulled up again, and this time he let her.
“Next time I’m not throwing it that far, so I can end every call that comes through.”
Megan laughed. “Next time?” she asked with a raised eyebrow over her bright blue eyes.
He pulled her down for a kiss and then stood and grabbed the phone to see who in the hell was calling.
“Oh, that makes sense.” Shit. He had totally forgotten about the antique guy.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s fine. I just forgot I had scheduled a time to go check out an antique tub and a few doors from this guy that does salvage work from old houses. Want to come ride over?”
“I’d love to, but I have to meet Ash and Laura later.”
“We could drive separately. I’d like you to see what kind of stuff he’s got. Maybe you could even help me pick a few things out, since you’ve helped with everything else.”
Megan brightened and straightened her shirt which was now sadly back in place. “Yeah, sounds good. Where is it?”
Troy rattled off the address, and Megan shifted. “I’m not the best with directions, and I’m out of data on my phone so I can’t do GPS now.”
“I’ll make a mental note not to text you so many pictures and FaceTime so much,” Troy said with a smile while she blushed.
“No, it’s fine, I just need to adjust my plan. I’m not used to this.”
Troy gazed at her while a slow smile grew across his face. “I love that about you.”
Megan blushed some more and looked down.
“I could follow you, but you should know I get really nervous about that sort of thing.”
“How do you mean?”
“I just get worried if I can’t follow exactly or a car gets cut off. I’m also super bad with directions.” She started to shift from one foot to the other and twist her hands in front of her, already clearly agitated at the idea.
