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“The blower,” he said, nodding, but the way he sucked his teeth afterward told me that it didn’t end there. “Problem is, I don’t have the one you need. I can order it in, but it’ll be a couple days. Mail is slow out this way.”
“Well, there’s nothing we can do about that,” I said, shrugging, playing it off. While, inwardly, I was fucking over the moon about it. “Order it. The room’ll be there when you get it in stock.”
To that, he nodded.
“Aight. I’ll get it going. And will be back in… three days. Don’t have a time. I’ll have to check my schedule.”
“Drop in whenever. Someone is always around.”
“Good good. I’ll head out,” he said, but then turned back. “It’s none of my business, but I find buying some flowers and running a bath for the lady does wonders,” he said. “‘Less it’s a hormonal thing,” he added, clicking his tongue. “Then, your best bet is a boatload of chocolate, ice cream, a soft blanket, and keeping your damned mouth shut,” he said, whacking me on the arm, then walking off.
When I walked back into the kitchen, Everleigh had pulled herself together. “Why do I feel like that was too quick?” Everleigh asked, nodding toward the door where the HVAC tech had just walked out of.
“Because it was. He has to order a part. It’ll be another couple of days.”
“I can, ah, sleep on the couch until it’s done,” she said, looking uneasily at the living room.
“No. You’re fine where you are,” I said, brushing that off. “If anyone is going to be sleeping on the couch, it’s me.”
“No!” she said, a little too quickly. “No, it’s your room. So long as I’m not kicking you around or stealing your covers, you should just stay too.”
It was stupid.
It was getting harder and harder to keep my hands to myself. I’d needed to roll away from her just to keep myself from touching her.
But I wanted her there, no matter the struggle.
After the thing in the bathroom, I knew that I had no other choice but to practice some self control.
Because, yeah, she’d enjoyed herself. Yeah, she’d moaned and writhed and dug her fingers into my head. She’d come hard and long.
But when I’d looked at her afterward, her eyes huge, shock clear on her beautiful face, I knew it couldn’t happen again.
“You okay?” Everleigh asked, head tipped to the side.
“Yeah, fine,” I said, nodding.
“Why don’t I believe you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. “You know what you need?” she asked.
“What’s that?”
“Hot chocolate andHome for the Holidays,” she declared.
“Home for the Holidays?” I asked.
“It’s one of the few Hollywood Thanksgiving movies. It’s perfect for this time of year. I’m not really a Halloween girl. So I like the Thanksgiving movies more. That one andSon in Law, in particular.”
“Sounds like a mini marathon is in our future,” I decided, watching the excitement brighten her previously sad eyes.
You had to love that about her.
How simple her pleasures were. How easily she found things to be happy about. Movies and hot chocolate. That was all it took to lift her mood.
And that was how we spent the afternoon.
When everyone started filing in, asking about dinner, she was all too happy to help me prep some food, then help me stir and plate it all.
Later, we took turns getting ready, then climbed into bed with her cheesy fall romance movies, and fell asleep together.
