Accidentally Amy

by Lynn Painter

“I rather like hearing the voice of the person I’m talking to.”

I’ll do it, but I’m very afraid of falling in love with your cats. It took a few minutes for Blake to respond, and his words did something to her already riotous belly. Blake: Don’t be scared, Iz. Just take a deep breath and let yourself fall.

Izzy: You're not the boss of me. Blake: I am quite literally the boss of you.

Hehehe

“But Iz?” he said, his voice quiet and deep. “Yeah?” She shook out her fingers at her sides. “The way you kissed Tom Colicchio,” he said, his dark eyes hot on her, “Was fucking sinful.”

“I spend hours every day obsessing about all of you, every little bit.” “You do?” she said, her voice barely there. “Yes, I fucking do,” he said around an exhale. “So you can’t talk about your underthings without making me crazy. Without making me think about your skin and your body and the way you’d look in goddamn lace.”

I gasped

“By the way,” he said, lifting a finger and tracing her eyebrow with the softest touch. “It is killing me not to kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up your pretty red lipstick.” “Please destroy it,” she blurted out, “Unless you’re chick--”

He looked down at her, grinning up at him with maximum nose crinkle, and he knew he loved her. It didn't make a damn bit of sense, but he loved her so fucking much that it terrified him.

“You know,” she said as he flipped on the bathroom light, “It’d probably be best for the planet if we just showered at the same time.” “I do love the planet,” he said, opening the glass door and turning on the water.

“Baby, I was depressed as fuck in the pouring rain,” he said, teasing but also sounding serious. “I threw your stuff away with a shit-ton of force and a litany of sad curses, actually.” That made her ridiculously pleased even while she felt sorry for him. She tilted her head and said, “Wait - am I baby now?”

Baby 😭🩷

“It’s way too soon to say this, but I know I love you, Iz, just like I know Goodyear needs insulin to live and that I’m allergic to cashews.”

“Grab the railing,” he said, done playing. “And lean down a little.”

OKAY THIS IS THE NEW CRAWL TO ME

“Isabella Clarence, I love you so much that I can barely breathe. Please never change, okay?”