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I was happy for him.
But, yeah, some part of me was dreading the possible, maybe even probable—because very few people ended up marrying their first lay these days—future heartbreak.
I was just going to let myself enjoy this part while it lasted.
Speaking of…
I reached for her feet, my fingers pushing into her arches, something that damn near made her purr like a fucking cat and arch off of the cushions.
“Listen, sir,” she said, then had to pause to let out a little moan. “You are going to regret letting me know you are not only willing to do them, but are good at, foot massages. Because I amgoing to be taking hella advantage of that fact when I am back on my feet for long shifts,” she told me.
“I’ll be here anytime you need a foot rub,” I said as I continued the massage, smirking as I watched her start to press her thighs together.
Sure, sometimes she just wanted a foot rub and to go to sleep.
Other times, it got her all hot and bothered.
This, it seemed, was one of those times.
And we had hours before we had to worry about a drop-in from Barry.
It wasn’t long before clothes were getting peeled off, and we were fucking right there on the couch, going at it for an hour before we were both finally completely spent.
She was straddling me after, her head resting in my neck, my hands on her ass.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed back, her face still all flushed, her eyes all gooey like they went when she’d come multiple times in a row.
“I’m just going to say it,” she said, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking more to me or herself right then.
“Okay,” I said, brows scrunched.
“I love you,” she said, then winced hard, like she was waiting for me to reject her or some shit like that.
Like I hadn’t been feeling the same shit for over a month as well. Almost since the first fucking time I felt her close to me.
“Doll, I fucking love you too.”
Shale - 8 weeks
It was the grand reopening.
And I had little nervous flip-flops in my belly as I loaded up the dessert case.
The case, like damn near everything else in the shop, had been updated and expanded. I’d scoffed when I’d first seen it, insisting that I was never going to need to have that many desserts in it at any time, and how wasteful it would be to fill it, only to toss it.
As I glanced out the windows, though, I was starting to think that what was in the case, and the extras in the back, might not cut it. Because it looked like there was a line down the street.
The new Deja Brew could accommodate a lot more of them, too.
I had to admit that Junior’s father, uncles, and cousin had done an exceptional job. They hadn’t changed my original vision of the shop, but simply expanded on it.
The place felt open and airy, clean but inviting, and they’d even set up a “comfy seating area” in a back corner with couches instead of tables and chairs.
I’d been fantasizing about one day seeing people there, hanging out, laughing, talking. Having important conversations. Playing board games. Just… enjoying this place.
That was the dream.
And, it seemed, it was coming true.
