“You left without saying goodbye.”
“Yeah, I did. I left you a note. You even woke up about to shoot my damn phone when the alarm went off.”
“Hell, I don’t remember that. Haven’t slept that fucking hard since before the Army.” His words were muffled, as if he was rubbing a hand over his face. “Just don’t do that next time, okay, babe? I woke up and didn’t know where you were. Next time, wake me up completely. Pour water on me or some shit, okay? Waking up and not knowing where you are….” His words trailed off, and it felt like someone was squeezing my heart.
“Okay, I won’t.” I don’t know if he heard me or not. I felt like I spoke in a whisper as emotions had clogged my throat. “I promise.”
And I’d kept that promise. Even though he was up each morning before me to make sure I hadn’t left him again. Except this morning. Which I’m not sorry about, because it just means that I did what I set out to do last night: blow my man’s mind.
Sex with Reese is another experience entirely. He must have been a sex god in another life or just slept with hundreds of women before me. Neither of which I’m upset by. The guy knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, or the kitchen, or even the living room. The last two weeks have been some of the best days of my life, and it isn’t just because of all the mind-blowing sexy time between the sheets—though that sure helps.
Try harder next time.The three dots pop up on the phone almost immediately, so I wait for him to finish texting.But thank you for the note. Maybe next time you could just put it on the bedside table.
I chuckle, imagining the shock he got from waking up with a note taped to his forehead. I didn’t want him to worry, and after the fifth time of trying to wake him without actually pouring water on him, I took my chances with his wrath and left a note again.
You missed it the first time. Didn’t think you could miss this one.
I already know he’s rolling his eyes at me. He loves my sassy side, or so he says.
True, but I would rather not have to pull out my hair in the morning from tape.
Crap, I didn’t think he could have moved enough for his hair to get caught in it. I was out of regular tape, so packing tape it was, and that stuff is sticky.
Think I need to tie you to the bed next time.
I almost drop my phone at the image that implanted in my head. Who the heck knew I would be so into the whole “tie her up and tie her down” thing? I sure as hell didn’t. Not till he pinned me down two nights ago and held my arms above my head. I came almost instantly, and the slow smile he gave me that night let me know he realized why. No one has ever been man enough to do that.
Before, it was all missionary, and a handful of pumps later, we were done.
Not with Reese. Not with my man. Hell, he makes sure I come a few times before we even get to the pumping part.
A ping from my phone has me jumping a bit. Totally forgot to text him back as I fantasized about all the wonderful things we could do together.
Me tied. Him tied. It’s a world of wonderful possibilities.
From your silence, I take it you like that. Me too, babe. What you want me to bring you for lunch?
And just like the first time I woke up without the proper goodbye, he’s already decided we need lunch together. Not complaining. If the guy isn’t making me breakfast before work, he’s making me a lunch. Dinner we generally do together. We seem to be inseparable—which is fine by me. Probably because no one really knows. I haven’t seen most of my friends in a few weeks, all of us living our own lives. Not that I fear what they’ll say. Hell, I’ll probably get high fives from everyone and a slap on the butt from Jordan telling me to “get my man.”
How about I pick up something and come to you?
I want him to know I’m not hiding our relationship, even if it seems like I am. Dancepractice forMhas been put on hold for a bit till everyone gets over being sick. Even Jules got it, which is why I haven’t seen her at the clubhouse the couple of times I’ve gone to hang out with Reese and his dad. A few times, we just met up for dinner someplace. Not that I mind eating out. I love not doing the dishes every night. Not that Reese would let me if I had any. He’s like the superhero of boyfriends: picks up after himself, makes sure I’m good to go, and never once tells me what to do.
Except in the bedroom. And I usually comply—usuallybeing the operative word. Then again, he seems to like when I bring out my troublemaker side. I swear it gets him harder when I say no to him.
You out early today?
I find myself nodding, even though he can’t see me through text.Last day of summer school. I always let them out early for good behavior.
Knew it was the last day, just thought it was normal times. Guess my “happy end of school term” surprise will have to wait.
I don’t know what’s making me so gooey inside, that he knows it’s the last day of summer school or that he’s planning something. Especially since we’re ending the term on a Wednesday. It never made sense to me why it was midweek, but I don’t make the rules around here.
Surprise? Oooh, now I kinda want to keep the kids here just to see what I get.
Nope, too late. Already decided you can’t get it today.
I send a frowny face emoji, and he just replies with a laughing face, as he knows I actually don’t hate surprises as much as I used to. Well, not since he came into my life.
