Dammit. It’d been a long week away from him.
TUCKS
“You sure this is okay to post?” I asked Dani later that afternoon. The kids were awesome and wanted to make some videos with Pucks after I told them how he had way more followers than I did. He was definitely the celebrity between the two of us, and way cuter according to all of the kids.
Not that I could fault them. Pucks was adorable. Hopefully Dani preferred me. I chuckled at the ridiculous thought. Of course she thought Pucks was cuter.
“Yeah, Sally already cleared it with the parents to share pictures with the foundation when you guys officially stop by, so I don’t think it’s a problem. They’re just being goofy with your dog.”
“Just making sure.”
“If I haven’t already said this, thank you for showing up today. It was a very welcome surprise.”
“Good, because I know how much you hate surprises. I was nervous.”
She laughed, and I loved hearing that sound coming out of her. I mean, I ached to hear other, more intimate sounds coming out of her, but that had to wait until tonight.
“Well, it was nice. And the kids are having a blast. Nothing makes me happier than seeing them smile and just act like kids. It can sometimes get kind of heavy here, so thanks for adding in some lightness.”
“I can bring the light any time you want it.” I showed her my phone. “Good caption?”
“Did you post yet?” Mason called out.
“Gotta get caption approval from Dani first.”
Mason walked over to us and held out his hand. “Let me see what you’re writing. Okay. Simple. Decent.” He took the phone and typed something.
“Mason, what are you adding?” Dani asked.
“Just tagging myself. Now it’s perfect.”
Dani leaned around my shoulder to read it.
Pucks made some new besties at One Center. I think @masonjbeauty might be his favorite.
“Mason,” Dani admonished, but I hit post anyway.
“It’s fine. Pucks loved hanging out with everyone, and it’s totally fine to tag his new friends,” I said.
“Thank you.”
“Have you considered changing your hairstyle?” Mason asked.
“What? Like frosted tips? I bleached it when I played in juniors.”
Dani burst out laughing when Mason shuddered.
“Do we have pictures of that?” Mason shook his head. “No. Don’t show me. And never frosted tips.”
“Dani, do you like my hair?” I turned to ask her, knowing how much she liked gripping my hair when I kissed her and fuckedher. And the soft, indrawn breath had me believing that she was thinking the same thing.
She shrugged. “It’s fine.”
“And it could be better. A little trim. I know the best stylist,” Mason said.
“I’ll keep that in mind, but I think I’m good for now.”
“Fine, fine,” Mason grumbled, then turned to someone calling out his name. “It was nice meeting you, Gabe.” And he was off.
