"Come on! I promised to get you to work on time and you are dragging your feet," I hear Harley tease from the opposite side of my bedroom door.
"Okay, okay. Coming," I respond, as I grab lipgloss on the way out my bedroom door.
It was his fault I was dragging my feet. I had spent a restless night at Harley's. Dressed in his t-shirt, his scent had enveloped me, heightening my senses, making me so sexually frustrated that I couldn't sleep. He had also brought up going to his dinner meeting again this morning. I wasn’t ready to be thrust into his world, at least not yet. His persistence in my attendance tonight, combined with my sexual frustration, had kept me on edge all night and this morning.
"Wow! Love the professional business woman look," he says admiringly as he spots me. "I made coffee for you."
Taking the travel mug of coffee he has held out, I grab my purse and keys. Harley takes my keys from me and locks my door.
Pressing the button on the elevator, Harley once again looks me over again while we wait whispering into my ear, "You are hot."
My cheeks are flaming red when the elevator arrives with four adults and one little girl about ten years old inside. I see the little girl's eyes widen as she focuses on Harley.
"Hey there," Harley says to the girl and then winks.
The mother of the girl looks to Harley and then recognition dawns.
Harley extends his hand to the mother saying, "Hi. I'm Harley." I lose another piece of my heart as I watch his casual interaction and introduction.
Taking his hand, the mother says with awe, "Oh my Janet. It's your idol!"
The little girl blushes but Harley saves her by holding out his hand to shake hers. Janet awkwardly shakes his hand, asking eagerly, "Can I get a picture?"
Grinning, Harley says, "Sure. Kate, do you mind taking a picture of me, Janet and her mum?"
I love the way he says mum in his British accent. My heart melts a little more. Nodding my head, I take Janet's phone and snap a picture, finding myself caught up in Janet's excitement. Harley is very charming and caring.
When the elevator arrives at the main floor, we all exit with Janet excitedly saying, "My friends are gonna freak!"
"You have a great day, Janet," Harley says then grasps my hand to lead me to his car.
"Mr. Stile, you continue to impress me," I say, as I rub my free hand over his tattooed arm.
"Oh yeah?" he asks as he opens my door, "Enough to change your mind to come with me tonight?"
I ignore his question and slide into his car.
He closes the door before crossing to his side of the car, to slide in behind the steering wheel. Before starting the car, he pleads one more time, "Please come with me tonight."
Shaking my head and with a firm tone, I reply, "Harley, please stop asking.”
It works but I hear his sigh of frustration as he starts the car. The drive to work is quiet.
Pulling up in front of my office building, Harley takes a different approach, "If you don't come, I won't get to see you tonight."
"Okay," I say, feeling my heart sink, knowing I won't see Harley until Tuesday evening. It seemed so far away.
"Can I at least get your number?" he teases, trying to lighten the mood between us.
My eyes widen as I realize we have come this far and never exchanged numbers. There had not been a need. We spent the entire weekend together.
Passing him my phone, I take his from where he had laid it in the centre console, and I enter my number. After everything we have shared and our close connection it feels odd to be exchanging numbers now. Harley holds my phone out to take a selfie of himself before saving to my contacts.
"Not going to give in and change your mind about tonight?" he asks handing my phone back.
"Sorry, Harley. I am not ready for that."
Taking his phone, he snaps a quick picture of me before I have a chance to object, saying cheekily, "I am going to need this to look at tonight then."
Laying his phone back in the center console, he leans over to kiss me. I can’t help but reach out to slide my hands into his hair. I hear him moan. I love that I can affect him this way.
Knowing I have to get to work or be late for the first time ever, I slowly withdraw from his kiss and open the car door, not giving him a chance to open it for me as I may change my mind.
Shutting the door, I blow him a kiss before heading inside. Hearing an alert on my phone, I glance at it on my way to my office. Butterflies are fluttering madly in my belly when I read:
Wanted to make sure you gave me the right number. Text me back otherwise I am coming in. X
Laughing to myself, I quickly text him back, to avoid hysteria and what would surely then lead to a million questions from my work colleagues:
See you tomorrow.
I reach my office and start in on a bank reconciliation for a client. The day turns out to be a long work day even though I am kept busy. The time drags by, my eyes constantly dragged away from my work to the sunshine outside my window. My mind flickers back to the conversation in my kitchen with Harley about following dreams.
“What if I had followed my dreams and stayed to help my parents with the ranch? What if I had opened a riding school to teach lessons? It would have been another form of income other than breeding them.” I silently wonder.
Shaking my head, pushing my doubts and questions away, I know I did what was best and what made the most sense.
What was practical.
Finishing up my work day, I walk the short distance to my apartment thinking of Harley. My phone alerts me that a text has come in. Checking it, I see a text from Harley:
Harley: Miss you. X
A smile spreads across my face as I read it. I send a text back:
Me: Enjoy your night.
Another text immediately comes back:
Harley: It would be better if you were going to go with me.
Me: Another time.
Harley: I will hold you to it.
Reaching my apartment and opening my door, I am immediately overwhelmed at how much I miss Harley. It is so early in our relationship and missing him this much already is not good. I stop the thought. I know this relationship is short term, despite his protests. It would be impossible for it to last. I have to force myself to continue as normal when he isn't around. Long distance, serious relationships never work, especially with a rock star as a boyfriend.
Changing from my work clothes into workout clothes, I go for a long run trying to keep my thoughts from straying too much to Harley. It is pointless. My mind wanders to his dinner meeting tonight and I wonder who is going to be there. I know nothing about his band or his friends. I run a little harder when I wonder if there will be females present.
This feeling of uncertainty is something I was worried about being able to deal with. It is not that I am not confident in myself. I am not confident in our relationship. Being with someone like Harley will always involve uncertainty. He would travel all over the world, coming into contact with women and girls everywhere that would throw themselves at him. Being away for so long, not seeing each other for months, would cause us to grow apart. Anything could happen and I would never know. I can’t be the girlfriend waiting, wondering, worrying. We barely know each other and right now I don’t know Harley enough to be able to commit, in whatever limited way we can commit to each other now, to know if he would be able to remain committed. And I want a faithful partner, someone I can depend on and know would never hurt me.
Coming to a full stop, breathing heavily, I already know this is something I will struggle with. Harley and I will never have a normal relationship.
Why should I allow myself to get further entangled with him? I should stop this now.
Shaking my head, I pick up my running again, telling myself to relax, to enjoy it for what is was currently, and relish in it for however long I had Harley's attention. I am involved with a gorgeous rock star and he is currently into me. I should count my lucky stars, enjoy the moment, enjoy Harley.
Finishing my run, feeling better about Harley and I, having put our relationship into perspective, I head up to shower quickly and grab a light dinner of soup.
Washing up my dishes, I turn from the sink to glance around my apartment. Loneliness overwhelms me as I wish Harley was here. I was never going to handle him leaving very well if I couldn’t even deal with being away from him for even a night. Trying to distract myself, I call Lexie.
When she picks up her phone she says teasingly, "Well, well. Finally came up for air?" she chuckles and adds, "Not that I blame you."
"He is gone to a dinner meeting about his upcoming tour," I admit.
She quickly starts firing questions.
"How the hell did you get to meet Harley? I thought you turned him down at the concert?" she starts off.
Maybe I shouldn’t have called her.
Sighing, I give her the bare minimum. "I did turn him down at the concert but met him at an after party."
"So...you saw him again..." she prompts, clearly not happy with my limited information.
"Lexie..." I start to beg.
"Come on! It's hot and sexy Harley! You gotta give me something! I promise I won't say a word," she now whines.
"Okay, okay,” I inhale deeply before I continue. “I saw him at the AMA after party I told you about. He persisted in speaking with me that night and then showed up at work the next day. He walked me home and we talked. I broke up with Ian later that night but didn't tell Harley. He left to go back to England, thinking I was still with Ian. The evening when you and I were supposed to go out, I had not seen Harley for a week. I had thought he had given up. The rest you know," I quickly tell her the jist of it.
"Whoa!” she says and pauses before continuing with, “Wow! I am so jealous! He totally digs you.” There is wistfulness in her tone as she says, “He couldn't take his eyes off you when he spotted you outside your apartment building. When did he first kiss you?" I feel my cheeks heat up.
"Lexie please!" I beg again.
"Kate, you are dating a hot rock star. Give up the details to your best friend," she adamantly whines.
"Lexie! Uggghhh...okay fine. The night of the after party okay? That's why I had to break up with Ian. I felt guilty," I give in.
Squealing, Lexie asks, "Is he a good kisser?"
"Okay Lexie. This is starting to feel like a high school conversation. I am ending this conversation. Night!" I say and quickly hang up on her and throw my phone on the coffee table.
I immediately get a text and I grab my phone in case it is Harley. My heart sinks a tiny bit. It’s Lexie saying:
Not fair!
I try to ignore the heavy, disappointed feeling that it wasn’t Harley.
Switching on my TV, I realize how tired I am from my previous night's sleep of unrest. I feel my eyes get heavy and I doze on the couch until I force myself to move to go to my bed.
Crawling into bed, I lay my head on the pillow where Harley had slept wishing he was next to me. I sleep fitfully again that night, missing his body next to mine at this early point in our relationship.
I check my phone as soon as I wake up the next morning and see a text from Harley that he had sent around midnight:
Sleep tight. X
The text lifts my spirits and I whistle as I get ready for work. Hearing my doorbell ring, I quickly open it as I am twisting my hair to pin on top of my head. Harley is leaning against my door jam with a half smile on his lips. I squeal and jump into his arms to wrap my arms and legs around him. He catches me and squeezes back, while pushing his face into my neck whispering, "I couldn't wait until this evening. I almost came over last night after my meeting."
"You should have," I whisper back, my heart beating erratically. I don't let go as he walks into my apartment with me in his arms.
Pulling his head back, he asks, searching my face, "Really?"
Nodding my head, touching his hair, I concede, "Yes really!"
"How about you give me your key so I can make a copy today?" he asks. I can see the hesitancy of asking in his eyes.
My hearts trips and then races. Not sure how I feel about this, I slowly disentangle my legs from his waist. I look up into his face and there is nothing more I can say than, "Sure," when I see the hopeful expression on his face.
He kisses me swiftly before setting me away from him.
"You finish getting ready, I will make coffee and drive you, okay?" he asks.
Nodding, I return to twisting my hair up and ensure I have everything in my purse, checking to make sure my appearance is fine. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes excited that Harley showed up to drive me to work. Harley has the coffee made and into travel mugs waiting for me.
As I head towards the door, he steps in front of me to take my apartment key from my hand to lock the door after we exit. I watch as he pockets my apartment key, my stomach somersaulting. Watching him do this sends a bolt of electricity through me. I can't believe we have come this far so quickly, even though we are taking it slow.
Grabbing my hand, Harley has a huge silly smile on his face, causing me to giggle all the way to the car. As he opens my door, he pushes me against his car to slowly lower his head to give me a deep kiss. I forget for a moment we are in a parking lot. I moan in pleasure at his taste, at the feel of him.
Reluctantly releasing me, he gestures for me to get into the car. Flushed and aroused, I slide in. Harley drives me the short distance to my office, telling me along the way he will pick me up after work and make dinner. I gently tease him about cooking until he admits Hilda will be doing the majority. Pulling up in front of my office building, the thought of entering the building and spending all day in there niggles around in the back of my mind. I push it away. Telling Harley he doesn't need to walk me in, I kiss him lightly and jump out of his car. As I turn to wave, I spot Tess who is close by. She immediately turns to see who I was waving to in the car. Knowing Harley won't leave until I enter the building, I quickly walk to the door hoping Tess can't see who he is.
"Hey Kate! Wait up!" I hear and I mentally groan.
Stopping and then turning reluctantly, I brace myself. "Oh! Hey Tess," I say.
"That didn't look like Ian," she says with an odd look on her face.
"Yeah, a friend dropped me off," I avoid the whole truth.
"Oh! Okay. I was going to say hi to Ian," she says. “Your friend has a nice car,” she says, inquisitively.
“Oh...ummm...yeah,” I agree, not having a clue what kind of car Harley drives, other than it is white. The last thing I think of when I am with him is his car.
"Well, have a great day!" I continue lightly and head to my office. If Tess knew who really dropped me off she would insist on meeting him like she did when Ian first showed up at my workplace. As the office gossip, Tess does not hesitate to dig into people's personal affairs.
The day is busy but drags by slowly. My eyes are consistently drawn to the sunlit windows throughout the day. The longing to be outside sweeps through me throughout the day.
At 5:00, I already have my desk tidied and I practically skip to the front entrance where I know Harley is waiting for me.
Thankfully, he has decided to wait in the car and I rush over wanting to keep my co-workers from seeing him. Opening the door, I am breathless as I think, "He is here for me!" Climbing in, I glance at him and can’t stop myself from leaning across to pull his head to me for a long lingering kiss. I feel as if I have been deprived for too long.
"Mmmmm...I missed you too," he murmurs appreciatively as he nuzzles my nose with his. I feel his hands tighten, one on my waist and the other on my outer thigh. My internal temperature heats up in reaction to him.
"Do you have my dinner made?" I ask teasingly.
Laughing, he replies, "Yes, Hilda was quite excited that I was bringing dinner to you. I know you usually go for a run or to the gym after work so we only need to reheat it whenever you are ready.," he says as the hand on my thigh lightly moves up and down my thigh. It feels so good, so right to feel Harley's casual touches.
"Hmmm...I do feel like a run today," I respond, needing an outlet from my sexual frustration. I move my hands through his hair feeling privileged that I can touch him like this. He is a beautiful, sexy man. I feel my insides clench.
When will he end my torture?
Grinning, Harley places a swift kiss on my lips then moves away from me to put the car in drive. As I put on my seatbelt, he says, "I will join you," as he pulls away from the curb.
"You like to run?" I ask, a little surprised.
Still grinning, he teases, "Hey! I work hard to keep this body in this condition."
"I thought rock stars had personal trainers to make them work out," feeling a little stupid as I say it.
"Maybe some of us do, but I also like to take care of myself. I work out a lot on my own. Plus, now I have you to chase after," he jokes.
Once we are on the main street, he reaches over and grabs my hand to hold it the whole way home. I feel like a school girl, my mind mentally squealing, "Ahhhhhhhh!"
The things this beautiful man makes me feel.
Arriving at my apartment door, I am momentarily taken back when Harley reaches into his pocket to extract a key to my apartment. I have never given a man a key to my place and it feels strange to have someone else have access to my home. But I am also strangely okay that Harley does, even at this early point.
We quickly change and head out together for a run. Harley has tied his hair back into the man bun I had first seen him wear on stage and I almost melt on the spot when I first see him. It exposes the nape of his neck which is usually hidden by his hair. I have an immediate urge to tackle him to explore more of him.
Our run involves a few second glances from people on the street, puzzled faces trying to remember where they have seen the familiar face, some unsure if it is Harley or not. Other than that, the run is quite enjoyable as we both match our pace for the other. I catch myself wondering what it would be like for us on a day to day basis, doing normal things.
“But life will never be normal being with Harley”, my conscience whispers. There would be snippets of normalcy, like now, but then real life would crash in, like my thoughts are crashing around me now, making me realize this will not last. Harley is but a beautiful moment in my life.
Arriving back at my apartment, we take turns grabbing a shower. As Harley takes his turn, my thoughts stray to him being naked, and in my shower.
Standing outside my bathroom door, I stare at the door. I place my hand on the knob, wondering what Harley would do if I walked in. As I am about to turn the knob, I chicken out as his pleas to wait go through my mind. Leaning my head against the bathroom door, I console myself by whispering, "It will happen. Give it time."
During dinner while seated at my small table, Harley inquiries, "Do you have plans this weekend?"
Taking a sip of my wine I smile and reply, "No, not yet. Hoping it will involve you at least a little."
He suddenly looks nervous as he asks hesitantly, "I would like to take you somewhere for the weekend, if that is okay?"
My heart trips and picks up speed thinking about spending an entire weekend away with Harley.
Giving him a big smile, I say, "I would love it. Where are we going?"
I see his hesitancy slide away at my response. He teasingly replies, "That’s a surprise! Pack for a warm climate and we will leave as soon as you are finished work on Friday."
Jumping up, I move around the table until I am sitting on his lap. Sliding my hands through his hair, relishing, once again, in the feeling of the freedom to be able to touch him like this, I feel my body heat up as I lean down slightly to kiss him. His arms slide around me and I wiggle closer to him. My breasts are tingling and I press them into his chest. I feel his erection against my bottom and the heat between my thighs intensifies. I wiggle again but Harley places both his hands on my hips and groans.
"I have something to give you," he says softly, breaking our kiss, trying to distract both of us. Slipping his hand into the pocket of his jeans, he retrieves a key chain and key, laying it in my hand. The key chain holds a picture on one side and Harley has placed a picture of himself in it. The other side is engraved with “XO Forever”.
I stare at the key, my heart racing. The Forever part burning into my brain. I rub my thumb over the Forever wishing that it was true, that we would last forever.
Whispering in my ear, he says, "I leave in a little over three weeks for a tour for eight months but I wanted you to have a key to my house. I want you to go there whenever you want. I like knowing you will be there.”
Tears spring to my eyes at thoughts of his leaving. I don't know how I will cope. It is so early in our relationship, but I know I am falling in love with him.
“Forever,” whispers teasingly through my mind.
Grasping the key, I nod. Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him while I let a few tears slip. My heart is being torn out of my chest knowing he is leaving so soon. Then the real world would interfere, throwing distance and many obstacles in our way. We stay like this, silently holding each other, for a long time, both of us needing time to process his leaving and the significance of exchanging keys.
It is Harley who finally makes the move to clean up our dinner. Once done, he takes my hand to lead me into the living room, turning on my wireless speaker along the way. He lies down on the couch then pulls me down to lie next to him. Reaching into his pocket to grab his phone, a few seconds later I hear the song “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran flow through the room. We spend the evening lying on the couch, not saying much, listening to the playlist he has selected. The music is soft, allowing my mind to worry, to focus on his leaving. I am incapable of holding a conversation, so I let the sound of his heart beat along with the music try to soothe me.
Close to 11:00pm, Harley whispers we should go to bed. After we both take turns in my washroom, I crawl in bed next to him and immediately curl into him trying to soak as much of him into my body as possible. My sleep that night is underlined with thoughts of him leaving and I pass the night with periods of wakefulness and light sleep.
Wednesday and Thursday we spend each evening and night together at Harley's. Hilda would beam at me each evening upon our arrival, leaving shortly after serving dinner, giving us alone time with only Chase as our company.
Chase has quickly become attached to me and follows me around Harley's large house. I fall in love with him too.
Friday turns out to be the longest day of my life as my excitement mounts. The day drags along, seemingly unending. That morning, I had given Harley a list of items that I need from my apartment. He assures me he will have everything that I need for the weekend and there is no need for me to go to my apartment after work.
Finally, the clock shows 5:00pm and I jump up from my desk, grab my purse and head quickly to the elevator. Even the wait for the elevator seems impossibly long. After reaching the lobby, I quickly exit the building, my eyes immediately scanning for Harley's car. He is there waiting for me, leaning against the car with his hands in his black jeans pocket with a black t-shirt on and sunglasses, his hair covered completely with a Greenbay Packers toque. My body flushes, I become breathless at his beauty and I wonder how I became so lucky to have this man in my life, even if for a short period of time.
He grins when he sees me, removing his hands from his pockets to hold his arms open for me. My heart is dancing a steady rhythm as I walk up to him and let him kiss me deeply, enfolding me in his embrace. I moan and I hear him chuckle as he says, "Soon."
I feel heat slide between my thighs at his words. Does this mean the wait is finally over? I know it has only been a week but I am beyond ready.
He gently pushes me away so that he can turn and open my car door. I slide in quickly, anxious to get this weekend underway.
Joining me in the car, Harley drives to the airport, parking his car in the long term parking area.
Grabbing two bags from the trunk, he takes my hand and we head inside the airport, walking very quickly. I wonder at Harley's sense of urgency until I see a few heads swivel to look at us as we walk through the terminal. Harley has bought first-class tickets so we are taken right away at the check in but not before a few people have recognized him. A couple of burly men, that I hadn't realized were following us, appear beside us, closing in. Harley patiently waits as fans snap a few pictures of him and signs a few autographs. One of the burly men whispers in his ear that the paparazzi are coming. Harley good-naturedly explains to the growing throng, "Sorry I would love to stay longer but my flight is boarding."
He again grabs my hand and I hear a few people ask me, some rudely, "What's your name?" and "Who are you?" but Harley does not give me a chance to even think of replying.
We are immediately escorted through doors with a posted sign, Staff Only, by an airport employee, with our two burly body guards close behind. Following the long hallway, we go through a private screening area and end up at the gate where our flight is already boarded and waiting on us. The quick activity has my head spinning. By the time we are shown to our seat on board, I feel as if I had been through a whirlwind and I am sure my pupils are dilated.
"Can I get a glass of Chablis for the lady and a gin and tonic for myself?" he politely asks the female flight attendant, who is ogling Harley and definitely liking what she is seeing. I feel unease slide through me. I don’t like this part of his world.
Turning to me, Harley worriedly asks, "You okay?"
Nodding, trying to get my scattered brain in order, I reply, "I wasn't prepared for that. Sorry, I should have thought about it."
Taking my hand, Harley rubs his thumb over the back of my hand saying, "No, I should have warned you. Sorry."
Trying to reassure him, and myself, I squeeze his hand and whisper to him, "I'm okay."
He looks me over before replying, "You're awesome." He leans over to kiss my lips and I place my hand on the back of his head, preventing him from moving away quickly.
Hearing the rustling of the flight attendant’s return, I give him another light kiss before forcing myself to let him go to take my wine from her hand. I have staked my claim on him.
Taking a sip of wine, I watch as Harley takes his glass, flashing a grateful smile to the flight attendant. She doesn't seem to care he is with me.
Again, unease flows through me.
"If there is anything else you need, Mr. Stile, please don't hesitate to ask," she purrs.
I want to reach out and smash her head off the arm rest. Shocked at my violent thoughts, I take another sip and push her reaction to Harley to the back of my mind. He is with me and I won't let her reaction spoil this.
The flight is only a couple of hours long. As we only had carry-on baggage, we quickly go through customs. Reading the signs along the way, I realize that we have arrived in Turks and Caicos. A car is waiting as we exit the airport, which takes us to a dock where a small boat and driver are waiting for us in the twilight. I keep asking Harley where we are going but he won't give up anything. A short boat ride of about twenty minutes and we arrive at our destination, a small island. I can see lights of what looks to be a house and a dock. Once docked, Harley exits the boat first to extend a hand to me. The driver hands our two small bags to Harley then starts the boat back up to make his return trip to the main island.
Harley and I seem to be left alone, with only the sounds of the boat moving away from us and the gentle waves of the ocean on the beach. I feel as if we are the only two people that exist and my prior unease during our travel slides away.
Gently giving me a tug to follow him, Harley leads me to a small beach house. I feel as if I am floating as I follow him.
"You told me how much you would love to hear the ocean while you slept, so I asked a friend if I could use his house for the weekend," he explains softly as he swings the door open.
I walk inside and immediately fall in love. With floor to ceiling windows along one wall overlooking the ocean, there is only a kitchen, living room and one bedroom. I feel at home.
Squeezing his hand, I say quietly, "I love it Harley. Thank you." I am moved that he has done something like this for me.
"There is a pool off the bedroom in the back, along with a hot tub, but unfortunately we have to cook," he jokes lightly.
Chuckling, I reply, "I am fine with cooking."
Harley lightly kisses me and tugs me into the bedroom so that we can check it out. The room is decorated simply but beautifully, with a king bed taking up most of the room, two large walk in closets and a bathroom containing his and her sinks. A large sliding patio door leads to the small, but adequate pool and hot tub. In the darkness, the lights are on in and around the pool and hot tub. The warm Caribbean air, the ambient lighting, while standing next to the sexiest man in the world, heightens my senses.
"Are you hungry?" Harley softly inquires.
I am so very hungry, but not for food. I want this torment to end. I feel like my whole body is pulsing.
I nod, unable to speak.
Harley sees the look on my face and suggests, "Why don't you change out of your work clothes while I go through the fridge?"
"Okay," I respond quietly and watch as he lays our bags on the bed before turning to leave.
Taking a shaky breath, I change. I suddenly become nervous thinking of being here on an island with only Harley. I am pretty sure where this will lead tonight, and while I am more than ready for it, I can’t help but be a little nervous. He is a rock star who I am sure has had a lot of sexual experience. Fear slides through me that I may disappoint him.
Willing my hands to stop shaking, I open the bedroom door and see Harley closing the fridge door. His eyes run over me appreciatively, a soft whistle coming from his lips in reaction to my short white summer dress that has a deep V in the front, exposing the skin between my breasts.
I blush and feel like a school girl as I try to walk to the kitchen without stumbling.
"We have chicken and lamb along with stuff for a salad and potatoes. What can we do with that?" he gently teases and I watch as his eyes keep skimming over me. I feel my confidence soar.
"How about I make mashed potatoes and roast the chicken?" as I move between him and the fridge, placing my hand on his abdomen pushing him back from the kitchen. His muscles jump beneath my hand. Excitement courses through me. "How about you go change? You must be sweltering in those jeans with this heat and I will get started on dinner?"
Harley leans down to whisper in my ear, "A hot lady making me a dinner with mash? Never letting you go."
Turning from me, he heads into the bedroom, leaving me reeling from his words.