The First Taste (Slip of the Tongue #2) - Jessica Hawkins Page 0,91
new construction, so they’re a dying breed.”
I shrug a little, glancing sidelong at her. “I guess because I have one at my house.”
“You do?”
“Well, I don’t live in a—” I lean in to read the spec sheet of the apartment we just looked at, “six-hundred square foot box. Jesus Christ, that’s small.”
“I don’t mind the size. It’s just me. Do you actually use the fireplace?”
I nod. “During winter.”
“Where do you get the firewood?”
“I chop it myself.”
She gapes at me. “Seriously?”
“No.” I chuckle. “I get it from the supermarket.”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “I haven’t lived in a real house since I left home at eighteen. Reggie and I gave up a place with a fireplace for a bigger bathroom. What’s your house like?”
I squint ahead of us. The sun is high today but with the mild temperature and slight spring breeze, it feels just right. “I bought it a couple years ago. The one-bedroom place Shana and I rented was getting too small for me and Bell. My place is three beds, two baths. Huge master bath,” I add, “but unfortunately, no tub.”
“Hence the extreme fascination with mine.”
“I wouldn’t call it extreme—”
“What else?” she asks.
“Hmm. Most important parts: a high-end kitchen and a decent-sized backyard.”
“A backyard,” she muses. “Wait, why’s the kitchen important? Do you cook?”
“Babe, like you wouldn’t believe.”
“Liar.”
“How do you think Bell gets fed—Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather?”
“Sleeping Beauty?” she guesses.
“You weren’t lying about liking Disney classics.” I wink. “Anyway, Sadie taught me to cook and I ended up being all right at it. Now, to put it modestly, my culinary skills put all the women in my life to shame, Sadie included.”
Amelia grins. “You’re like a real grownup.”
“Yep.” I look down at her. She’s different today. Looser. Not as careful. I love how worked up she gets, how blunt she can be. But this side of her? I earned this. It makes me appreciate it all the more. “You should come see it—the house,” I say and pause to assess how I feel about the invitation. I can’t just have a woman over the way most guys can. Thing is, I haven’t ever wanted to, not since we moved in. It’s new territory for me, but my gut says having Amelia over would be the right thing. “Bell—it’s . . .” I pull Amelia into my chest to push through a group of tourists. “It’s her birthday next weekend,” I say when we’re past the crowd.
“Oh.” She keeps her eyes forward.
“You should come.” It’s a big step. I know it is. I don’t even know exactly how Amelia feels about bringing Bell into her life, and I realize it’s something I should ask her because I plan on seeing more of her going forward. I kiss the top of her head. “If you want,” I say. “If not, I’ll bring you by another time.”
She glances up at me shyly, I think because she’s going to accept my invitation. Instead she asks, “Where do you go when you want a bath?”
“Uh . . . nowhere. It wasn’t on my list of requirements when I was house hunting.”
“It’s okay.” She crumples up the spec sheet. “You can just use mine.”
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“That place doesn’t have a tub.”
“But it has a fireplace.”
“I’ve decided I’d rather have a tub.” She holds up the brochure to the first place we saw. “This place has one.”
It’s a small gesture, but it says everything. Maybe Amelia isn’t quite ready for Bell’s birthday party, but she isn’t looking for a place just for herself. She sees me in her future. She’d give up the fireplace to make me happy. I lean down and assault her cheek with a series of short kisses, and she breaks into an uncharacteristic fit of giggles.
“Oh my God,” she says breathlessly. “Stop. It tickles.”
“That only makes it more tempting.” I nibble on her earlobe. “I made the biggest mistake of my life this morning.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, unconcerned. “What was that?”
“Passing up an opportunity to ravage you. Just spending time with you is like foreplay.”
She wiggles her shoulders in my grip. “I agree. That was a mistake. Ravage me here.”
“In the middle of the street, for everyone to see?” I mock-gasp against her cheek. “Nah. I want you all to myself. When I fuck you, I want only my eyes on your body.”
“What about your hands?”
“You know what I mean,” I say, pinching her side so she squeals. “Now that I know how ticklish you are, you’re