What Did the Skillet Eat on Its Birthday?
Glennon
Squinting, she registered sunlight starting to peek through the curtains that didn’t quite close over the front window. She groaned. “You know, I’m not sure the dad jokes jive with our last conversation. Are you sure there aren’t two of you, and you’re switching back and forth?”
“C’mon, take a guess,” Triumph cajoled.
“I dunno. Pancakes?”
There was a huge pause. “You got it right.”
Her eyes opened completely. “No,” she denied. Gingerly, she sat up, attempting to tuck herself under his T-shirt better. “That’s not possible.”
“Well, not really, although I’m guessing you got it right subconsciously because that’s what you smelled. I reheated the food Jhon brought us earlier. We’ve got about twenty minutes to eat and be out the door. Do you need help getting dressed?”
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood. With a slight twist and stretch, she realized that, other than some tenderness around her torso, she could move fairly well. “I’d like to try on my own. If I need help, I promise I’ll ask.”
He smoothed her sleep-tousled hair back from her ears and over her shoulders, and he kissed her again, this time on the forehead between her eyebrows.
Then the tip of her nose. Finally on the lips.
He could spend hours touching every inch of her body, and she wouldn’t feel as worshipped as she did with those three simple kisses.
“You are amazing. I was already addicted before I touched you, and now I’m on my way to obsessed.
” He squeezed her tight one more time, then backed up.
“As much as I’d like to put you back to bed, we’ve got to get back on the road.
The guys managed to give us a couple extra hours than planned, so now we do need to hustle. ”
With a nod, she walked on careful feet to the small bathroom and stepped cautiously into the tub. The water was barely warm, but it felt good to be under the spray.
When she got out, she saw that Triumph had put the clean clothes from yesterday on the toilet lid for her and left some of her toiletries balanced on the back of the small sink.
A smile crossed her face. He was an interesting conundrum.
All soft, gooeyness on the outside, crunchy spice secreted on the inside.
She liked it, and based on how her body responded to the memories of last night, she wanted to experience it again.