I clicked my feet on my board and stood tall, hands on my hips looking up at him.
He was staring at me. Blinking and taking a step closer, he placed a hand on my waist, shocking me. Even through the thickness of my jacket, I felt the pressure of his...
I managed to stuff down 2 slices of the homemade banana bread that Stevie had made and a bottle of red Gatorade.
But it didn't matter. Nothing could really stop the pounding of my head caused by the 3 shots of vodka and cosmo I indulged in last night.
I unlocked the front door, loving the warmth that greeted me. Closing it behind me, I put my coat on the familiar hook by the door and pulled off my boots. It still hadn't snowed yet but the temperature sat in the 40s which was freezing to me.
"Hello?"
I wore my matching grey sweats, walking through the foyer with my socks on. Walking straight into the living room, I found Lilo sitting down on a chair, facing the back sliding doors. I dropped by the couch.
"Lilo," I said getting her attention.
She turned around, running over to me, dropping her toy to the ground. I dropped down to her height and held her in my arms. She kissed my cheek and I hugged her tight.
I hadn't seen her in two days and it felt like way too long.
Holding her cheek in my hand I smiled down at her. I noticed that her hair had been done recently. Two long braids down the side and her baby hairs were jelled in the front. Her implant was noticeable with this hairstyle.
Nathan must've done it because I hadn't done her hair in a couple of days.
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"Where's Pāpā?" I said picking her up into my arms. She pointed to the glass and we both turned. I took a step forward looking out into the backyard. There was a large pool and right behind it was the woods.
Nathan stood in front of a tree stump. I was about to ask what he was doing when his arms lifted above his head and came crashing down. He split a piece of wood with the ax in his hands, adding to the pile beside him.
Wearing a white shirt and jeans, he bent down to grab another log. He was wearing gloves as he picked up another piece of wood off the floor.
Then he repeated the motion again, grunting when it didn't split right away. He repeated the motion, and it finally split. Picking up the wood, he snapped off the end of it slightly, using all of his force.
My throat was dry as I watched, and my lips parted slightly. It must've been the hangover talking because I stood there practically drooling.
Every time he lifted the ax up, the muscles in his arms and biceps would flex. His shirt rode up revealing his taunt tan skin.
I blinked, unable to look away. Holy, shit.
There was something about him doing the most mundane activity that lit a fire inside of me. Although I was pretty sure that was because of all the muscles.
