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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