Page 52 of Because of Blake
Blake turns over with a groan. “Shit, it’s almost noon.”
“What?” My eyes widen. “We’ve been asleep for three hours?”
He rolls back over, putting his nose to mine again. “Time flies, I guess. Lunch?”
“You’re not sick of me yet?”
“Never.” He pulls me in for a quick kiss.
“Well, as nice as lunch sounds, I need to take a shower. And I have no clothes here.”
“Not true.” A grin spreads over his face. “You have the dress you wore yesterday.”
“And my underwear from yesterday, too. I’d like to have clean ones.”
“Okay, I get that. But my shower is oversized. It can fit two people comfortably.Verycomfortably.” His eyebrows bob.
The image of a dripping wet Blake pops into my mind. Water running down his body in rivulets, highlighting every defined muscle. I fight the urge to rub my thighs together. “That’s awfully tempting, and I’d love to see your over sized shower sometime, but I’d like to go home and use my own. If that’s okay?”
He nods. “Of course. How about you go home, shower and get ready, and I’ll do the same. Then I’ll come get you and we can go have lunch? Unless you have plans.”
I shake my head.
“Fantastic,” Blake says, kissing my forehead. “I’ll see you in an hour?”
Chapter sixteen
Blakekissesmegoodbyeat the door, and I walk home, relieved he didn’t insist on walking me himself. He offered, several times, but I turned him down. It’s only four houses, in the middle of the day, and I need all the time I can get to think.
The short walk home, the flight of stairs to my bedroom, the shower, and everything afterward are filled with nothing but Blake. Every little thing reminds me of him and our time together. Not that it’s hard to do since it happened so recently, but I can’t get him out of my head.
His smile, his laugh, the tone in his voice when he whispers my name, it’s all sending delicious shivers up my spine. Even in the heat of the shower, which I’ve turned up to scalding, I feel his hands on my skin, his lips on mine, his presence inside me, and it gives me goosebumps. I can’t wait to feel him again.
Once out of the shower, I prep myself for lunch. Should I wear makeup? Would that be too formal? How should I wear my hair?
I can’t imagine he’s taking me to a five-star restaurant for lunch, but we’re probably not going to Taco Bell either. I settle for some light eye makeup, lip gloss, and a flat iron to my hair. Nothing special, but enough to boost my confidence.
In my closet, I delve into another dilemma. Dress? Shorts and a tank-top? It’s too hot for jeans.
Shorts win almost instantly, and I choose a dressy tank top that shows enough cleavage to entice, but isn’t too revealing. As I examine my appearance in the mirror, I notice I’m almost glowing. I feel like a new person.Blakehas made me feel like a new person.
Then the guilt hits me. All these things I’m obsessing over with Blake is how I used to be with Charlie. Even after flirting for our entire sophomore year of college, dating for the next two, and eight years of marriage, I always wanted to look my best for him. I thought about him constantly and he never failed to give me butterflies. He was my person. My one and only, but now, instead of thinking about him, I’m thinking about Blake.
The doorbell rings, ripping me out of my guilt fog, and I pull the front door open without a second thought.
“Oh, Maggie, I’m glad I caught you at home,” Joanna says, excitedly.
“Hi, Joanna.” I hope the disappointment in my voice doesn’t shine through. “How are you?”
“I’m great. Here.” She hands me an envelope. “It’s an invitation to the neighborhood block party next Saturday. We throw one every year, I hope you can come.”
“Thank you. It sounds like fun. Too bad the kids will miss it.”
Joanna’s mouth opens, but her words are cut short to the roar of Blake’s silver Toyota Tacoma pulling into my driveway. He cuts the engine and steps out of the cab, walking to the porch without taking his eyes from mine.
Blake tears his gaze away from me for all of three seconds to acknowledge Joanna. “Hey, Joanna, how’s it going?”
“Oh, uh, hi, Blake. I’m good, thank you for asking.” The confusion in her voice is almost comical.