Kisses?
He was gone. The smell of food filled her lungs. She got dressed and joined him in the kitchen. When he finally sat at the table, she got up and looked at his neck. It was the first time she had gotten to see the scratch she had made. “I’m so sorry,” moving his collar to see the full effect of what she did. “Let me go get some medicine and treat that.”
He reached out for her guiding her to his lap.“Do you have any idea about how badly I want to kiss you right now? I wanted to kiss your shoulder last night. Thought better of it. Was afraid you’d slap me.”
His hand was warm as he gently slid it up her neck. Long slender fingers teased her ears. Timid, he was so nervous. What if he bit her? What if he was a sloppy kisser? What if….? Was he doing it right? She hadn’t slapped him yet. “So soft,” he moaned.
She wanted to rip his clothes off and take advantage of him right then and there. But if she was reading him right, no one would be taken advantage of.
She cleared her throat, finally asked. “What is on your agenda today?”
“I have a few errands to run. Going to go get my Covid booster. But when I get back, I want to help you.”
“Where are you getting the booster?”
“Health department, why?”
She got up setting back at the table. “I need to get mine.”
“Go with me.” He smiled a teasing smile, “misery loves company.”
She pursed her lips together, “I’d better wait until I get the house put together.”
“Do you care if I ask why?”
“They always make me sick. Right now, I don’t have a bed to crash into.”
“Yes, you do. Go with me. Whatever happens, I’ll take care of you.” Pleading with his eyes.
“What if the booster makes you sick too?”
“We’ll both be sick.”
She laughed. “Okay. Are you still going to help me clean when we get back.”
“Of course.”
“I’d like that.” They cleaned the kitchen.
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