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Maybe it’s for the best. Haven still has her sharp edges. There’s no telling what she’d say if Conner showed up with no warning to visit her twin sister.
Once he’s had his sugar and coffee fix, Conner wanders outside and jumps right into the pool without bothering to change.
When Micah slides his hand up my thigh I take it as a signal that he’s impatient for breakfast to be over.
“Take a shower with me?” With one finger I trace the fascinating ink shapes in the middle of his chest.
“We can shower.” Micah boldly pushes his hand between my legs. “After.”
And I’m into it. As always.
He’s more careful these days when he carries me, when he undresses me, when he conquers my body. He tastes like coffee and cinnamon. Our mouths play while he’s inside me.
When I’m getting close I want to touch myself. Micah lifts up on his elbows to watch. He moves slowly as my thumb searches for the right spot between my legs.
“Love you, Tessie,” he says while I quiver underneath him.
Then he lets himself go and I feel the rush of his release. I wrap my legs around him to keep him inside as long as possible.
Then we do shower together and it’s hot and intimate. Micah kisses me everywhere and regards my changing body with reverence.
I tease him when he touches my stomach. “Will you still think I’m sexy when I’m big enough for the pregnancy waddle?”
He peers at me through the steamy water and cups my chin in his palm. “To me, you’re sexy forever.”
“And I love you forever.”
He smiles. My heart takes flight.
Conner was kind enough to leave a few cinnamon rolls behind. Moving them to a plate, I cover them with foil and then follow Micah out the door.
Our drive runs through the middle of Em City. Critics often accuse the city of being ugly. Too sprawling, too lacking in character.
This city isn’t ugly to me. Sometimes the people living inside of it are ugly but there are still far more good people than bad.
I insist on believing this.
When we find Lita’s room, Haven is already there. She’s leaning close to Lita’s seated figure, murmuring to her sister in a low voice. She stops abruptly when we shadow the doorway.
I hold up the plate of rolls. “Is it okay if we come in?”
Haven nods and slides aways from her twin. “Sure, but you know she can’t have outside food.”
“That’s fine.” I set the plate down on a nearby table. “These are homemade cinnamon rolls and they are for you.”
Haven looks at the plate. A ripple appears on her brow.
“Lita, I brought Micah here with me today.” I touch his arm with a nod of encouragement.
Micah clears his throat and steps into the room. He’s never been here.
“Hey, Lita.” He leans against the wall and waits for me to take the lead.
I don’t mind. I pull up a chair and tell Lita all about the baby and about how we’ll be getting married next spring. No need to share anything negative.
Haven is silent, examining her painted nails while I talk. She looks a little different today. Less makeup and a long black open cardigan partially covers her provocative dress.
Eventually I run out of things to say and the ring of silence falls over the room.
