He let me go and I watched him walk to his truck.
I walked to the sidewalk as he drove off. He gave me a raised hand flicked out to the side as he drove past. I waved.
Then I did what I told him I would do. I went home, changed, got in my car and went back to the library.
The bags were still there.
I didn’t like this.
I drove around, parked on the street, waited and watched.
At ten thirty, I was bored, I had a house to clean, groceries to buy, a gym to visit and a hot guy boyfriend to feed and entertain that night.
So, giving one last look at the bags waiting by the return bin, my heart heavy and my nerves rattled, I drove home.
* * * * *
Eleven forty-eight that night
I powered down my Nook, shifted carefully and set it on my nightstand. Then I reached to turn out the light.
Chace was behind me in bed, sleeping.
I liked this.
We had a good night. Dinner and light conversation. Chace teasing, me laughing. Chace laughing when I worked at making it happen. We did the dishes. I read, my back pressed to the couch, my front pressed to Chace’s side, my Nook resting on his abs, Chace on his back, eyes on the TV so Chace could watch the game.
The game ended, Chace muttered, “Meet you in bed,” which I took as my cue to get ready for it.
This I did, wandering out a little nervously in a satin nightie that was a cream so creamy it was pearlescent. No lace, simple, elegant and short. I did this nervously because the minute I left the bathroom, I saw Chace’s eyes lock on me.
I made it to the edge of the bed, started to put a knee in it but my knee didn’t hit bed. This was because Chace, lounging on his back, did an ab curl, lunged and I was on my back in bed, Chace on me.
“My girl and her sexy nighties,” he murmured with easy to read appreciation and this was due not only to his tone but his hands roaming over the satin.
Then he kissed me.
Before I slipped into the haze of Chace’s kiss, I made a mental note to call Lexie and have her round up Wendy so we could go back to the mall. I hadn’t bought that many nighties or underwear.
I needed to stock up.
Hanky-panky commenced though Chace again didn’t make love to me.
“Tomorrow,” he muttered against my lips and I was about to tell him I felt perfectly fine but his hand moved into my panties to cup my behind.
That felt nice.
Righty ho! Tomorrow it was.
And that night, I wasn’t disappointed.
But when we were done, I also wasn’t sleepy. As I commenced after hanky-panky talk and this went on for a while, it came clear Chace was. He didn’t tell me to shut up but I could read in his voice he was tired.
So I told him quietly, “I’ll let you sleep, go to the couch and read.”
“Read here,” he returned.
“The light –”