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I watch her swallow thickly while my hands move back behind me to hold onto the island again, not entirely sure my legs are going to get me through this.
“I…? Right. The night we met, when I told you one of the ghost stories. I’ve never mentioned it to you since.”
“I pay attention.” I shrug.
“It’s just that simple? I said I wanted it once, six years ago, and you gave it to me?”
“Yes. And I’d do it again. Especially because I didn’t know back then it would be the only thing you’d ever tell me you wanted in six years.”
“I tell you all the time how much I want pumpkin funnel cakes,” she quips.
Christ, I’m so in love with her.
“It’s not the same.”
A slow smile curves her lips, and my heart beats faster. “I do recall telling you I wanted something else recently.”
“I want your hands on me, and your mouth on me, always.”
Like I needed a reminder of what she finally admitted to me the other night. It’s the last thing I think about before I fall asleep and the first thing I think about when I wake up. I eat, sleep, and breathe with the knowledge that Sidney wants me.
“Tell me you didn’t actually buy me a house,” she finally whispers as the smile slips from her face.
“Okay. I didn’t buy you a house.”
“Ford.” Sidney sighs.
“I thought it was already established that when you ask me for something, I’m going to give it to you.”
Don’t think of the orgasm you gave her. Donotthink of that orgasm.
Sidney’s chest starts moving up and down faster, and there’s a flush around the skin of her throat that I want to lick off, telling me she’s thinking about that night in her kitchen too. I don’t feel so bad about letting my thoughts stray now.
I’m trying to lighten the mood a little. It feels so fucking heavy in here I’m having a hard time breathing. I still don’t know what she’s thinking—whether she’s going to let herself have this or not. I won’t know until I come clean about everything and find out how pissed she’ll be that Penny and Ginger told me her secrets.
“When? When did you do this?” she asks, finally getting to the right questions.
“The day I got back to Oregon six years ago.” A sob comes out of her that makes it feel like someone just sunk a knife into my chest. “The house is yours. It’s always been yours; I just held onto it for a little while. Whether you want me in it with you or not, it’s yours. The remodel will be finished by Halloween.”
Here we go. Time to start putting it all out there.
“There are some things I need to tell you. About other stuff I’ve done, just so there aren’t any secrets or—”
“Marcus already beat you to all that,” Sidney cuts me off. “I went up to the sheriff’s station to pay Kenny for my fines, and he let it slip about the credit card. Kenny then sent me to Marcus, and he told me about everything you’ve been doing for me since we met. I should probably warn you that he’s seriously reconsidering your friendship after having to be the one to tell me all this.”
Well, shit. This didn’t go the way I planned.
She doesn’t seem mad about it though. I probably owe Marcus one, and at least I won’t have to kick Kenny’s ass now. He makes really good cookies.
Sidney sniffles away tears that have me wanting to cross this room and wrap my arms around her, but with the way hers are currently crossed around the front of her body like she’s trying to hold herself together, I don’t think she’s ready for that yet.
“I guess that explains why he sent me a text calling me a dick a few minutes ago.”
“He also mentioned burning a T-shirt he got you,” Sidney adds, making me snort.
“Good. He’d gotten matching ones that sayHe’s my booon them.”
She laughs, and the sound of it echoing around this kitchen, the one I designed with her in mind—with black cabinets for her to put her Halloween village on, and a coffee nook three times the size of her current one, with built-in cubbies for all her Halloween mugs—makes it feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
