Page 78 of DadBod

ROME

Jesus,tonight was a nightmare. We were slammed before the Cubs game, and because Jeriann had the night off, I was forced to work until close. Now, it’s after one in the morning and I know Elizabeth will be anxious to get home, but that’s the last thing I want to happen. All I can think about is kissing her earlier today. That kissing her was more than I imagined it would be, and I want more. More of her lips. More of everything.

As quietly as possible, I make my way upstairs from the garage. I hear the low hum of the television, which means she’s probably in the living room. Hopefully she’s not asleep. Slipping off my suit jacket, I toss it onto the back of one of the tall stools at my kitchen counter, but I don’t stop walking. At about five feet from the sofa, she pops her head up. Her eyes are wide, expectant. And is that uncertainty?

I can’t have that.

“The kids asleep?”

Her head moves up and down. Affirmation.

Thank fuck for that.

I double my pace to get to her as she’s rising onto her knees. I’ve got her in my arms and my mouth on hers in seconds. Goddamn, she can kiss.