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She’s home when I get there. I find her and the kids in the living room, working on their homework. They don’t notice me, so I take a second to just observe.
“Julie, could you check if this is right?” Mason asks, showing her his book.
She stares at it for a moment before a frown crosses her beautiful lips.
“Mase, I’m going to be completely honest here and tell you all of this looks like gibberish to me.”
I chuckle softly.
“It’s a quadratic equation,” my son states.
“They teach that to twelve-year-olds?” Juliette asks incredulously.
“No, but Dad signed me up for some advanced classes so I could get more of a challenge in school.”
“And are the quadratic equations challenging enough for you?”
“Not exactly.”
Juliette rolls her eyes. “I think I hate you, Mase.”
“No, you don’t,” he says firmly, flashing her a toothy grin.
My heart clenches because Mason doesn’t usually smile so brightly. My kids went through a lot after their mom died. It affected us all and a part of me has always known that they weren’t completely happy. There was a hole in their hearts, but it seems like Juliette’s been filling that hole, little by little. Both in their hearts and mine.
I don’t want to bother them so I head to the kitchen to grab some water. Juliette walks in a few minutes later. She stills when she notices me.
“I didn’t know you were back.”
Without thinking twice, I move across the kitchen and stand in front of her.
“Juliette,” I say softly. She stares at me with confusion in her eyes. “Don’t freak out.”
And then my hand is in her hair and I’m crashing my mouth down to hers. I practically swallow the tiny gasp that ensues. Juliette stays still in front of me. I kiss her lips softly, once, twice, trying to get her to let me in. Finally, she does. Her entire body unfreezes and she kisses me back with as much fervor. Her arms wrap around my neck, her body plaint against mine. She tastes like apples; it’s the most intoxicating thing in the world.
I push her against the wall and tighten my grip on her hair. My mouth doesn’t leave hers the entire time. The kiss isn’t sweet by any means. It’s hard, raw and possessive, born out of weeks of wanting to touch her and convincing myself it was a bad idea.
How could I have ever thought that something that felt so right was a bad idea?
Juliette tugs on my hair, her tongue tangling with mine and her little moans going straight to my cock. I pinch her nipples through the material of her dress and groan.
“Fuck, baby.”
That seems to be exactly what clears her out of her haze. She stops kissing me, and a second later, I pull away.
“What?” I ask, breathlessly, staring at her through hooded lids. What I want to ask is, why are we stopping? I could kiss her all day.
Juliette takes a few seconds to calm her breathing. She’s still in my arms and nothing has ever felt so right.
“What the hell was that for?”
I smile. “That’s for me to know…”
She pushes me away. “You can’t just walk up to a girl and kiss her without any preamble.”
I don’t think she’s upset, just a little surprised. I lean against the counter and cross my arms.
“What would you have preferred, Juliette?”
