181. Sterling
Chapter 181
Sterling
The moment I open the door, I smell them. The mini apple pies Courtney told me she was making.
I’ve been gone on another outing, and the nights away were just as frustrating as I knew they’d be.
But I still took the time to detour on the way home.
Courtney has bought a few things for herself since getting paid last week, but she hasn’t splurged on snow boots or a proper winter jacket.
So I did.
And I just know the faux fur-lined hood is going to be adorable as fuck on her.
I grin as I head up the stairs, toward the sound of the shower.
If I time this right, maybe I can see her dressed in nothing but the jacket.
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