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We say goodbye to everyone, and Andie and I start our journey home. Like an impatient child, I keep checking my rearview mirror to ensure that Amanda is following us.
When we get to the house, we put Andie to bed.She’s so happy that Amanda is back. Amanda has to promise to paint with her in the morning just to get her to go to sleep.
We lay in bed and talk for hours, like we did the first month she was here. I get to hear about all the paintings she’s created in the past two months. I can’t wait to see them.
There’s a lot of touching and kissing, but nothing more. I can’t remember a more intimate, perfect night without sex in my life.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
BECKETT
Iwake in the very early morning to an empty bed. I didn’t dream it, right? She slept here.
I inhale her pillow and am immediately at ease. Yum. Cherries. My girl was here. I wasn’t dreaming.
I bet I know exactly where she is.
I throw on shorts over my boxer briefs and head to the studio, immediately seeing her there in her favorite room. She doesn’t notice me, so I just watch her do her thing. I love seeing her like this in her natural element. It looks like she’s sketched something on a canvas and is just starting to paint over it.
I think this is the right time. I quietly go to my office and grab the paperwork I’ve been dying to share with her.
I reenter the studio and tiptoe until my front touches her back. She doesn’t even flinch. It’s like she was expecting it.
Sitting on the stool behind her, I wrap my armsaround her and kiss up her neck. “I’ve missed seeing you in here.”
She leans back into me. “It’s nice to be back. I’ve missed this time with Andie.”
I run my fingertips along her arms. “She won’t be up for another hour. I wonder how we can occupy ourselves.”
Her breathing picks up. “Beckett, you’re making this so hard.”
I thrust my hips a bit so she can feel what she does to me. “You’re makingthisso hard.”
She giggles. “You know what I mean.”
“Then give in.”
She turns her head and nuzzles her nose into my neck. “Paint with me.”
“I can’t paint.”
“Put your hand over mine.”
I do and she turns her focus toward the painting again.
She moves our joint hands until I see a cherry start to take form. I marvel. “Wow, I’m a good artist.”
She laughs. “This is like that scene from the movieGhostwhen he sits behind her on the ceramics wheel.”
“I hope it ends like that scene does.” They have sex.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“That’s why you love me.”
“I do love you. And I’m finding it hard to resist you. I want to trust in us again.”
I continue kissing her arms, neck, and shoulders. “Have you ever noticed the editing mistake in that scene?”
