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I slump against him in a well-satiated heap, gasping for breath. He embraces me tightly, kissing my temple, my cheeks, my neck, and we stay this way long into the night because we promised each other forever, and that forever starts now.
Two Weeks Later
The past two weeks have been nothing short of perfect. I hate to use that word, especially after everything we’ve been through, but no other term describes what Saxon and I have.
After we made love, we fell into our first real deep slumber, a weight lifting from our shoulders. Who would have thought an argument could make things better, but that’s exactly what happened.
With no real plans, Saxon and I enjoyed the freedom of being a normal couple in a city where no one knew our past. He took me on a tour, showing me everything that Oregon had to offer. Once we toured the city, he surprised me and told me to pack a bag. I had no idea where he was taking me, but I knew I’d love whatever he wanted to show me, and love it I did.
The one thing I didn’t know about Oregon was that even though Portland has a bustling nightlife, just a stone’s throw way is vast greenery and hiking trails leading to utter paradise. There wasn’t a soul for miles, and it was exactly what I needed. Saxon knew I missed the remoteness of Montana, so he took matters into his own hands.
We hiked a trail that displayed magnificent old growth, tranquil waterfalls, and footbridges which allowed us to trek over tranquil, turquoise rivers. It was so peaceful and untouched, and I fell in love. We camped overnight, huddling close together as the fire burned brightly. We made love under the stars, and I couldn’t help but think that I’d finally found my place.
We ate in, watched movies, and sat on the porch, talking to all hours of the morning. Most would consider our weeks together boring and uneventful, but to me, it was normal, and I had missed the sluggish pace. I still don’t know what I want to do, but for now, I’m just going to enjoy the silence.
Saxon went to work after Cleo called about some apparent emergency he had to attend to. He didn’t want to go, but now that he’s back home, it makes sense for him to tend to the garage as he usually would.
I’ve caught up on some paperwork as the catastrophe over in Syria seems to be getting worse. I’ve contacted all the appropriate parties and am waiting to hear back with what I can do to help. I know my boss wants me to go over to Syria and liaise with the appropriate people, but I just can’t leave the US right now. I’m determined to be just as useful here as I can overseas.
Deciding to surprise Saxon because he’s the one who always cooks for me, I’m whipping up a storm in the kitchen. On the menu is a vegetarian risotto with herb bread. I’ve decided to make a peach cobbler because Saxon and I both love dessert. So far, I haven’t burned down the kitchen. A win for me.
I love cooking, but I have no idea where anything is. I suppose that’s half the fun.
Humming to a tune on the radio, I’m covered in flour but am thoroughly enjoying myself because I can’t remember the last time I did something so mundane. As I’m stirring in the milk, lost in my own world, a delicious aroma floats through the kitchen, and it has nothing to do with the food I’m preparing.
“Honey, I’m home,” Saxon quips, wrapping his arms around me and pressing a kiss to my cheek. As cheesy as it sounds, it’s nice to hear. “Aww, baby, you cooking me pie?”
“I missed you. How was your day?” I lean into him, closing my eyes and relishing in his touch.
“It was okay. Busy.” His exhaustion is clear, which sends off alarm bells.
“Everything okay?” I turn over my shoulder to look at him. He’s covered in grease. I can’t help but smile.
“Yeah, fine. I think I’m going to have to hire a new mechanic. The boys can’t keep up with the workload. I’ll have to go in tomorrow.” He sighs, appearing to feel guilty.
Turning, I lock my arms around his neck. “I don’t need you to babysit me,” I say, tongue in cheek.
“I know that, but I want to,” he replies with a drop-dead gorgeous smirk. “We’re supposed to be spending time together. I feel like an ass, leaving you here all by yourself.”
I’m touched, but he has nothing to feel guilty for. “Don’t be silly. I can entertain myself. Besides, I caught up on some work, did some laundry, and now I’m cooking you dinner.”
A twitch pulls at the corner of his lips. “Why does something so tedious sound like the best thing in the world?”
“Because we’re here together.”
“I could get used to this,” he replies, rubbing his thumb over the apple of my cheek.
“Me too,” I reply, meaning every word. For now, we’ve found our home. And I’m fine with playing happy families until I have to face reality. When I look down at his soiled work clothes, I scrunch up my nose. “What I can’t get used to is you covered in grease. Upstairs.” I raise my finger, indicating he’s to shower before dinner.
He chuckles. “You just want to get me naked.” No point in arguing.
There is something about a man who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, and Saxon is one dirty man. Unable to help myself, I remain transfixed on his lips which appear all the pinker thanks to the dark smears of oil on his cheeks and forehead.
Bending, he bumps his nose with mine, nuzzling from side to side. “Feel free to join me.” He kisses my lips briefly before leaving me with a glorious view of his ass.
Once I finish wiping the drool from my chin, I continue cooking, thankful I have something to distract myself with. Otherwise, I just may be tempted to take him up on his offer. I’m insatiable when it comes to him.
Focusing on the task at hand and not the fact Saxon is currently stripping bare, I finish the cobbler. I place it in the oven, looking forward to the smell of sticky goodness filling the kitchen.
