"I'm staying for dinner?"
"Look at the driveway," she says. “If this snow keeps up, you might be staying the weekend."
He pulls her close. "As yourboyfriend, I have no complaints."
"Caught that, did you?" she says, rolling out biscuit dough.
"I hear every word you say, Josie Reynolds. And even some you don't. You like to point out how opposite we are, and yeah, I get that. But we're in sync, too." I wrap her up in my arms, sticky hands and all. "We fit, you and me."
She leans up for a kiss and I give it to her. Our tongues tangle and I could do this until my lips are sore.
But then an airhorn nearly blows my eardrum out.
Milo grins up at me. “There’s a three second kissing rule. If you get to four, you get the horn.”
I guess that means I have to save all the really good kisses for when it’s just the two of us.
47
Josie
“Istill think it's unfair that you get to have a sleepover but I don't,” Iris grumbles for the millionth time tonight.
“I know, but that’s because there’s a snow storm and some of the roads are closed. Besides, Kennedie is visiting her grandparents in Chicago. That's way too far for a sleepover. When she gets back, I'll text her mom and we'll have her over. Deal?"
Iris thinks about it. "Deal."
I kiss her goodnight, turn out the light, and walk down the stairs as quietly as possible. The guest room is down here, and it’s where my grandparents stay when they visit. But right now, my half-naked boyfriend is in there waiting for me.
I step inside and lock the door.
"How did tuck-in go?"
"Let me make this clear," I say, pulling my top off and shimmying out of my leggings so I’m left in only a thong. "I don't want to talk about the kiddos. In fact, I'm not so sure I want to talk at all."
Van palms his cock through his sweats. "What do you want to do, Josie?"
I open my mouth to answer, then bite my lip. "You."
“I’m all yours, Jos. Always.”
I crawl onto the bed with him, but I’m hesitant. "I want to be careful of your knee?—"
"My knee is fine. Ok, it's pretty well fucked right now. But as long as you're on top, it should be fine."
My eyes go wide. “Are those specifications from the doctor?”
He shrugs. “I found it on Reddit. There was this one guy who tore his ACL and he said he only waited four days to have sex.”
I give my boyfriend a look. “Because we trust random guys on the internet?”
“Fair,” Van concedes. “But I swear to you, it’s stable in the brace.”
I reach for my leggings and fish my phone out of my pocket.
“What’re you doing, Jos?” Van asks, his hands skimming over my body.
“I need to do some research first. I won’t feel comfortable if?—”
