Page 56 of Missing Pieces
Me: I’m counting down the hours.
I roll over and look at the clock. It’s only six a.m. Thirteen more hours until I can see Easton. This is going to be the longest day of my life.
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I look in the mirror one last time before heading over to Easton’s. I decided on a simple black halter dress. It’s loose fitting and hits me mid-thigh. The top plays off my cleavage well. It dips down ever so slightly between my boobs making them look bigger and more pronounced. I slide on a pair of black flats to dress down the look. I run my fingers through the loose curls I put in my hair. I wanted it to look casual, so I just put on a little eyeliner and mascara. I dab on a little bit of lip gloss and take a deep breath. I don’t know why I am so nervous about going to Easton’s. Maybe because I know things will get a lot more physical than they’ve been, but I think I am ready.
Maybe.
I’m not sure at all.
I whistle for Poe and we walk out the front door. I decided to walk the half mile to Easton’s instead of driving. It’s a balmy night and the cool breeze calms my beating heart. Poe jumps around and plays with sticks as we walk over. I haven’t been to his house before, but I see that it sits on a lot of land. He has a few cars near the back of the house that I can only assume are some of his projects since they all look like classic cars. His front porch is a wraparound and has two rocking chairs on the side looking off into the field. They’re facing west and I can only imagine the sunset would offer a gorgeous view from them.
Easton opens the door with that damn grin on his face. I might as well just take my clothes off right now. Poe almost plows him over running inside the house.
“Hey,” I say not very smoothly at all. I’m sure he can hear my heartbeat from where he’s standing. He has on those tight jeans again and a gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
He looks me over and grabs my hand pulling me flush against him, my boobs pressing into his chest. His mouth comes crashing down on mine and I’m completely lost in him. I didn’t realize how much I had missed him but seeing him now is sending those damn butterflies throughout my entire system again. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth closer to mine. Our tongues starving for each other as his hands grope my body.
He walks backward pulling me into the house. He kicks the door shut and slams me against it. His hands move up to my face as he cups my cheeks and grinds his hips into mine. “Hi sweet cheeks,” he whispers against my lips.
I moan into his mouth as he slowly pulls away from me. “If we keep that up dinner will get cold.”
I cross my arms over my chest and pout. He lets out a hearty laugh and pulls my arms away from his body. “There will be plenty of time for that later. I want you to eat so you have energy to last all night.”
“Who says you’re getting any tonight?” I joke.
He turns me to face him and says, “Well, I did make the dinner menu and I have you listed as dessert. And I am not changing the menu.”
I blush thinking about the text from this morning. He must have read my thoughts because he responds, “And I’m happy you wore that dress because I am going to do exactly what I told you I would do this morning.”
I let out a tiny whimper and he bends down and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Let me give you a tour.”
He walks me into the living room on the right side of the house. It’s a huge room, perfect for entertaining. There are a lot of windows letting in a ton of natural light making the place bright and welcoming. “Is this the house you grew up in?”
He nods. “I’ve been here my whole life. The only time I didn’t live here was for a few years after high school. But after my parents died, I moved back in to raise my sisters.” He looks around the room, I follow his eyes and see a ton of pictures placed around the room. “After the girls moved out I couldn’t sell the place. I wanted to. But there were too many memories here. I couldn’t part with them.”
I squeeze his hand when I see sadness glaze over his eyes. He looks back at me and the sadness is gone as quickly as it came. He pulls me back the other way and into an office. It’s stacked with tons of papers. Books line the shelves along the right wall and I can’t help but look at them dragging my finger over the different titles and having a little Beauty and the Beast moment.
“I knew you would like the books.” He laughs. “My momma was an English teacher, always encouraged us to read a lot. If you wanna borrow any feel free to.”
I look them over and then follow him into the kitchen. It’s an older kitchen with some upgrades, but it’s huge. A southern kitchen meant to make food for a lot of people. My nose is flooded with smells. Garlic, rosemary, and pepper. And corn muffins, oh god he made corn muffins. I see them sitting on the counter and I’m tempted to grab one. Or just say I’ll marry him right now. He pulls me out of the kitchen and into the dining room.
“I think you just eye raped those corn muffins.”
I laugh and shake my head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Right. Maybe you just won’t get any.” I feign shock. But he continues, “Or I’ll just make you beg.”
I push off him and walk toward the front of the house to the staircase. “Wanna show me upstairs?”
“Nope. I am worried that if I show you my bedroom, you won’t wanna leave.”
“Me?” I question placing my hand on my chest.
“Yeah, you little minx.”
“I think it’s the other way around.” He stares at me and I stare right back at him challenging him.