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“It’s time to rinse.” “Okay.”
“Turn around. I think I can do this one-handed.”
“I don’t trust people who don’t see you as a woman until you put on a dress.”
There’s a heavy pause behind me. I can’t hear her breathing over the flow of the water, but I swear I can feel her pulse tick up.
“Okay,”
“It pissed me off that it took you putting on a dress for half the city to realize you’re a woman. They didn’t fucking deserve to win you, and I don’t trust what they would’ve tried if they had.”
Admitting to the last woman I let myself care about that I overstepped last night. And I know I overstepped.
I overstepped in stopping by when she didn’t answer my texts this morning asking if she was feeling okay.
I overstepped in doing her dishes. I overstepped in fixing her breakfast and coffee. I overstepped in picking up her living room and letting myself ...
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I’m overstepping in letting part of my brain hope that she’s looking at my ass now as our positions are reversed.
Dont
I don’t regret overstepping. Because if I’m going to see Addie regularly over the next few months—which she doesn’t know yet, but I likely am—then I’m going to be me. The real me.
The me she’ll get if she gives me another chance.
while I know I like her more than I’ve ever liked any other woman in at least a decade, I also know that I might have to accept that she might never like me the same.
“If you ever do need help, you can call me,”
“I won’t tell anyone. I won’t mock you. I won’t ask any more questions than necessary to get there and do whatever it is you need me to do.”
“Thank you,”
It’s startling after the number of times she’s told me I’ve got this or I can handle this or No, I like to do it myself any time I tried to help her with nearly anything when we were together.
I don’t know what she’s thinking about, but I’m thinking about how miserable my drive home will be, and how much I’m looking forward to rubbing out this boner.
It was going just fine without the mentio of ur boner
STOP
“My bosses don’t want me participating in any more auctions,”
“They also noticed people noticing that I’m a woman, and they were…uncomfortable…with certain parts of last night.”
“That’s a complicated mess of not fair.”
“It is.” “Do you want to offer another experien...
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“Conditioner time. You can turn a...
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I love her hair. It’s thick and smooth and gorgeous, and it smells like her.
“My sister-in-law offered to come help me while I recover,”
“I should call her back a...
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“If I don’t, you’ll keep showing up to try to see me naked,”
“I’m not doing this to see you naked. I’m doing it because you in makeup scares me and that’s the other thing that’ll keep me from sleeping at night.”
Not the blue balls
No matter how uncomfortable my junk is as I’m massaging sweet-smelling conditioner into her hair and sneaking peeks at her slender waist and the dimples at the base of her spine and the way her thick ass muscles flare out.
i feel weird (not in a good way)
“I’d be offended, but I saw what I looked like before I got in the shower,”
“Stop.”
“This is called setting standards if you ever change your mind about being single forever. Don’t settle for anyone who doesn’t think you’re gorgeous all the time. Don’t even do casual with someone who doesn’t think you’re gorgeous all the time. You’re welcome.”
She’s gonna be pissed when she looks at her phone again and sees the last message she sent me after the auction last night.
But that one message is the very root of why I’m here.
I wish you hadn’t gotten attached. Then we could’ve hung out forever. But I don’t do relationships because relationships don’t benefit people like me. All they do is rob you of your happiness. Ask me how I know. Or don’t. It doesn’t matter. I hope voice-to-text gets this wrong because I’m going to wish I didn’t send this when I see it in the morning.
Sobs
So if Addie Bloom would take me in her life so long as I never tell her I want to see her every day, every night, every hour and minute of my life, why would I not try? Why would I not want to be here with her?
Giving her all of the time she needs to see me as someone who enhances her life? To trust me enough to tell me who hurt her so badly that it destroyed her belief in relationships.
But if casual is what she needs to believe in for me to stay in her life, then I’ll play the game.
“I can finish up,”
“You sure?”
“I’ll wait outside if you need help get...
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“I don’t want to keep my boss waiting. Santiago’s retiring, and I’m on the list to interview fo...
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“Does that mean you want help so you can get...
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“No one who’s seen the Fireballs play the past few years would think any of you on the coaching staff are screwing up where it counts,”
“And you’re Addie Fucking Bloom. You don’t piss around anyway.”
She looks back at me again. Her hair is shiny with the conditioner rubbed in. Water droplets cling to her thick brown lashes. Wary eyes hold my gaze bef...
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Fu man
