AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Jesus Christ, you scared me,” I said, one hand on my pounding heart as I turned to see Honor in my kitchen.
“Sorry. I wanted to surprise you,” she said, stirring something on my stove.
“Aw, babe, are you making dinner?” I asked.
“I can make one thing, and it’s spaghetti. Lark is the cook in our family,” she said, pointing with the wooden spoon in her hand.
I walked over and gave her a kiss.
“How was your day?” I asked, snuggling up against her as she stirred the meat sauce. The pasta water was bubbling away, and she tossed in a box of spaghetti noodles.
“It was good. If I said I didn’t miss you or spend a lot of time thinking about you, I would be lying.”
She kissed me again.
“Same,” I said. She smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat.
Fuck, I loved her. I really, truly did.
“Thanks for making dinner. This is a great surprise. I mean, much better than being bludgeoned to death by a traveling serial killer.”
She stared at me.
“Sorry, I watched a documentary last week,” I said.
She laughed and I told her how the twins had been, and she told me about some of the funny emails she’d answered and then the pasta was done, and she drained it into the sink.
“Lark is thrilled that I’m staying over. She likes having the house to herself,” she said as she leaned back to avoid getting blasted in the face with steam.
“So this is all working well for everyone,” I said as she shook the colander and then dumped the pasta in with the sauce.
“Yeah, she is basically campaigning for me to move in here so she can take over my bedroom, but I said it was too soon. Right?”
I’d gotten too distracted by her body in that dress and hadn’t heard the last few words she’d said.
“Right,” I said.
“What did I just say?” Honor asked, putting one hand on her hip.
“Something about Lark and you moving in here,” I said. “Sorry, I was too busy looking at your butt. You look too hot in that dress.”
I shrugged and Honor snorted. “You’re shameless.”
“Oh, absolutely. Shame is not something I suffer from.”
Honor hadn’t been lying about only being able to cook spaghetti, because she’d forgotten completely about sides, so I dumped a salad from a bag into a bowl and added some shredded carrots and quickly toasted some bread with cheese for a side.
“I’m going to talk to Lark about college,” Honor said as she used a spoon to twirl a perfect amount of pasta onto her fork.
I’d already splattered sauce onto my shirt about five minutes after we sat down.
“Great, I think it’ll be good to sit down and figure out what she really wants. It might be college, and it might not be. She might not know, but giving her space to figure it out is what she needs.”
Honor nodded. “I know. I would rather have her be happy than force her into doing something she doesn’t want to do just to get revenge on our mother. I need to let that go. I’m also going to think about talking to someone about everything. You helped me see how toxic some of my thoughts were. I knew they were hurting me, but I didn’t know how to get out of the cycle of those thoughts and lessons repeating over and over in my head.”
I reached across the table and squeezed her hand.
“You don’t have to work through everything and figure out everything at once. We’re all works in progress.”
