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It doesn't take us long before we're quarreling about who gets the last bite of the sweet treat. When I try to reach for it, I lean on my right hand and let out a yelp of pain. I fall back into the pillows and close my eyes until the pain subsides. When it does, I open them and chuckle when he holds up the fork with the last piece of the pie.
"You win."
I giggle and part my lips. A moan follows as the bite melts in my mouth. "Hmm, so good."
After swallowing, Cole snakes one arm around me and leans back into his pillows also, gesturing for me to move closer. I place my head on his shoulder while letting my injured hand rest on his muscular naked chest. With a kiss on the top of my head, we listen to the noises coming from the outside world. A long yawn escapes, and I snuggle my body as close as possible to his. In the calmness of this moment, Cole's heartbeat is the steady drum that relaxes me, and with him caressing my back, I fall into a deep sleep.
* * *
"Come on,"I mutter, glancing at myself in the mirror. I pluck another tissue out of the box and scrub the black smudges from underneath my eyes. "Okay, now, focus. You can do it." I steady my elbow and bring my left hand to my right eye, applying mascara on my lashes and smiling when it goes on without a smear. I start on the second layer, but Cole surprises me by popping through the door.
"Hey, are you ready?"
With a loud growl, I glance at him through the mirror, and he chuckles as he stops behind me.
"Okay, sexy panda," he teases and plants a kiss on my cheek.
I yank a tissue out of the box and remove another stain from my face. "It isn't funny. This cast is driving me nuts. It itches, and putting on lipstick or doing my hair takes forever."
"Baby. One more week, then the cast will be removed. Leave the makeup; you look stunning without it. We're only going to my mom's for dinner."
"Exactly," I state.
He takes the mascara, lays it on the vanity, and places his hands on my shoulders. "Hey," he says, finding my eyes through the mirror, "I don't give a shit what my mom thinks of you. What's important is my opinion."
He lowers his head, and his lips curl as I tilt my head to make room for him. I whimper at the tickling sensation of his stubble brushing along my neck. His fingers press deeper into my hips.
"I find you exquisite." My toes curl, and my hand comes up to roam his hair as he bites and nibbles on the skin of my shoulder.
"Oh yuck, you two are at it again," Samantha groans as she enters the room. Cole stops and turns to Samantha, who wrinkles her nose.
"Are you ready to go?" he asks, unfazed by his daughter's reaction.
"Yep, I’m waiting on you two lovebirds."
Cole chuckles as he wanders her way. "Come on, smartass, if I hadn’t pulled you from the piano this morning, you’d still be playing," he says, bumping her shoulder as he passes her.
"Oh, shoot, my headphones!" Sam calls out before rushing out of the room.
"Has anyone seen my black pumps?" I inquire as I pass Cole and wander through the bedroom, glancing around the war zone of clothing and shoes.
He squats in the middle of a pile and picks up the right set of shoes. The muscle in his jaw twitches as he perceives his chaotic bedroom.
I push myself up to peck his cheek and whisper while rubbing his chest with my palm, "I promise to clean it up when we're back, babe."
"Hmm," he hums. I shoot my feet into the black polished heels and take his outstretched hand.
* * *
"Oh holy shit,"Sam whispers when Cole parks the car in front of his mom’s house. "Is this your childhood home?"
"Yep, this is it." Samantha hurries out and inspects it with an open mouth. Cole gets out and opens my door. "How is your hand? Have you taken your painkillers?"
I step out and chuckle. "Yes, I did, Daddy Cole," I whisper while letting my fingers skim his manhood.
He halts me when I try to pass him, bends his head, and whispers. "Don't start something you can't finish."
Our attention gets drawn by the sound of a door opening and a man's voice calling out. "Cole!"
