Page 211 of One More Kiss

“All my cabins are stocked with pads, tampons, and condoms. A customer left a note a long time ago as a joke I think, but it actually made sense. Folks sometimes don’t realize how far from town we are and well, those are things you need at the drop of a hat.”

“That’s really thoughtful, especially for the ladies.”

We both finished eating but I noticed she wasn’t as tense as before. The apples of her cheeks stayed round as we ate, the smile never leaving her face. But this time, it didn’t seem forced.

I stood when I was done, and she tried to grab her plate and stand so I took it from her hands. “Sit.”

“I can clear my plate. Plus, you cook, I clean. Fair is fair.”

I spun her in the chair and boxed her in, gripping the island behind her. “Woman, I don’t like that you’re so uncomfortable with me doing things for you. You’re gonna have to get over that real fast.” Staring down at her as I stood between her thighs, my groin tingled as I tried to will the blood from rushing there.

Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. “Well, it’s best to not pull out all the stops early. If I get used to it, I’ll always expect it.”

I leaned down, inches from her lips. “You should always expect it.” I grazed my lips over hers before giving her a peck. Then, I stood, grabbing our plates and started to clean.

She went to the couch and turned on the TV and once I finished up, I grabbed a beer. “Do you want a beer, some Fireball?”

“How about some Fireball if you don’t mind?”

I poured her a double and put the bottle away. She took the drink from my hand, and I glanced down next to her. “May I?”

She patted the seat, so I sat, wrapping my arm around her then pulled her legs over my lap.

“Cheers,” she said as she held her glass up.

“Cheers,” I replied as I clinked my beer to her glass. “What are we drinking to?”

“To simple things.”

Sitting there with her watching her murder shows, everything felt great. And simple.