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She shrugged, “I wish I could forget all of it and live a normal life.” The clock flashed, five fifteen.
“If you lived a normal life, I would have never met you.” He kissed her forehead. “Are you going to be okay with falling back asleep?”
“I think so,” She faced him and he dragged her into his arms. Wolfie kissed the top of her head and dozed back off. June laid there, she couldn’t get Ben’s face out of her mind, she hated him. June forced herself to think of other things, like work, Wolfgang and what tomorrow would bring until her mind eased.
June’s eyes fluttered to rapid breathing and rolled over, there was no one. She sat up and Wolfie was on the ground doing push ups in a hoodie and shorts, in a stiff form. After looking at the time, six forty seven, she sat for a minute watching until the bed creaked and he stopped, catching her. “Good morning, beautiful.” He balanced himself on a knee and June smiled, flattened her hair to check for bed head. Wolfgang stood and walked to her, planting his lips on hers.
“I like hearing that.” Her doe eyes looked up at him inches away.
“Good morning, Juniper.” He kissed her again.
“How long have you been awake?”
“Eh, thirty minutes? I would have made coffee but buying grounds slipped my mind until this morning.” He pulled off his hoodie revealing his bare chest, reminding her of his tattoos “I’m going to go shower.”
*****
June’s hairspray filled the air as she applied her finishing touch and opened the bathroom door, “Whoa!” Wolfgang looked her up and down. “I don’t think it’s just the black dress.” He walked towards her. June pressed her hand against his black and white gingham, button down shirt. A few buttons undone at the collar and the sleeves rolled up.
“You look good yourself.”
“I gotta look good standing next to you.” He slid his hands around her hips and pulled her into him. “You look alluring.” Wolfgang maintained eye contact and cradled her face. “Or maybe inviting.” June took in the scent of his beard and leaned into him as his lips grazed hers before connecting. How could someone so sturdy, be so tender? He wrapped around her waist and ran the other through her hair.
June giggled as he picked her up and laid her gently on the bed, putting his weight on the comforter with his hands, not separating their lips. She wanted to pick up from where they left off and bit his lip, Wolfie pressed himself against her with a heavy exhale. His hand slid up the back of her dress along her thigh, the more she got to know him, the more she knew his touch and his intentions. She knew he wanted her. But June was fighting between the thought that she wanted him to, and not wanting to feel she had to. He groaned, dropping his head on her abdomen and fixed her skirt, “We have to get going, we’re already late.” He stood, tugging at his pants, “Ready?” He extended his hand and helped June off the bed.
“Yes.” She followed him through the open door after grabbing her bag, “Thank you.” June looked back at Wolfie as she spotted Shianne facing the kitchen wall, cooking.
He sincerely reached out, “See you later Shianne.”
“Mhmm.” She didn’t turn to look at them. She knew June was with him and he closed the door behind them.
“Is she always like that?”
“Like what?”
“Likes to pretend you’re not there, you know, moody?”
“She’s usually in a good mood when Max is around.”
June entered the open vehicle and Wolfie circled the Jeep, entering on his side. “Do you and Max share this?” She gestured to the Jeep.
“No. This was my dads and my aunt and mom share a car.”
“Oh, is she going to like me?” Her hair tickled across her chest as the window came down.
“She already does.”
“What do you mean?”
“I haven’t said much to her but, if I haven’t brought a girl home in twenty nine years, I’m sure she will like anyone. Because I’m picky!” He corrected himself, “Not because she’ll like anyone.”
June’s mouth split open in surprise of his quick thinking and rolled her eyes, “What have you said?”
“Just how we met, you know, the basics. Age, your roommates, your job.”
“What’s your moms name? What should I call her?”
“Her name is Marilyn, you can call her that or mom.”
