I Can Fix That

by Juliana Smith

His Carhartt’s were hanging over his work boots coated in dried mud, and his navy blue shirt was covered in dirt stains and seemed a little too tight. The shirt molds into his back muscles with every stretch he made to show off all of his fit lines.

I oversaw his long fingers, placing tile one by one.

But Grant cleared his throat and leaned away from me, signaling his undesirous attitude towards me.

He lied down,

She would have lied here all night,

If there were one thing I’d noticed with Grant, it was that he showed his affection through diminutive actions.

Beau saw us out of the corner of his eye and took his direction from the backsplash to the entryway that we were hanging on to.

He brushed my hair again, soothing me back into a calm state.

“I like having you here. It feels…natural.” I moved my hands up behind his neck and pulled him down to kiss me.

If I were standing, my knees would have fallen out from under me. This gruff man had me under every bit of his control.