I pulled off the hoodie and sweatpants and put on the flannel shirt. I kept the top unbuttoned and turned to the mirror.
Okay, I don’t know what shirts these girls were wearing in movies…but their men must not have been as big as Miller. I was drowning in this thing.Maybe if I put my hair up…
I pulled my hair into a high ponytail.No.I pulled out a few strands to frame my face. Now I just looked like a messy lumberjack.
I heard the front door open.
Shit.
“Brooklyn! I’m home!”
There wasn’t any time to change out of the messy lumberjack getup. It was what it was. I ran out of the room, hopping on thecold floor. I looked ridiculous anyway, so I should have put on a pair of socks…
I slowed down as I reached the living room. I lifted my head and tried to walk out in a sexy strut. But my feet were freezing. And I’m pretty sure it was more of an unsexy hobble.
Miller smiled when he saw me. “What are you wearing?”
Oh God, this wasn’t sexy at all.Improvise.I leaned against the kitchen counter and popped my hip out. Not that he could tell because I was drowning in his shirt.I should have just answered the door in my underwear!Too late now.
“Aren’t your feet cold?”
I looked down at my bare feet. “Yes,” I said with a laugh. “I’m trying to be sexy but I totally flubbed it. And my feet are so freaking cold.”
“Hm.” He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me onto the counter so my feet were no longer on the cold floor. “Well, you’ve succeeded.”
I laughed. “Yeah right.”
“I had no idea I was coming home to a sexy, frozen lumberjack.”
I laughed harder. “I’m so sorry. I totally ruined the mood.”
“What mood?”
“The you just bought a huge box of condoms mood?”
The corner of his mouth ticked up. “This morning it seemed like you might like a little tour of the town. I haven’t stopped by the store yet. I was hoping you’d come with me.” He lifted up a cookie and took a bite. “These are amazing. And it looks awesome in here. Did you clean?”
“Yes. So back to the important thing we were just talking about. You want me to come with you to buy a box of condoms?”
“Unless you want to stay here.”
I didn’t actually want to purchase condoms. But he’d probably be doing that. And I really did want to go exploring. “No, I’ll come.”
“How about you go change into something a little less sexy and we can get going.”
“I feel like you’re making fun of me.”
“I’m not.” He caught my hip before I could slide off the counter. “If I knew you’d be waiting for me like this I would have stopped by the store first. Trust me.”
I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. “You’re way too nice to me.” I tried to slide off the counter again, but he kept my hips locked in place.
“I’m serious, Brooklyn. Greet me like this again tomorrow and I’ll show you how serious I am.” He didn’t look like he was joking around now.
I swallowed hard. He seriously wanted to go out and about right now? Because I was pretty sure we’d both rather stay in. But…condoms. I really wanted those condoms. “Then I’ll dress like this again tomorrow.”
This time he let me slide off the counter. I quickly changed into my one pair of jeans and pulled on his hoodie again.
We drove slowly in the snow. But it only took a few minutes to reach the local Main Street. There were still lights streaming down the sidewalks from Christmas. And even though they weren’t lit up for the night yet, it still looked festive and quaint.
