Page 140 of Take My Kiss
“When?”
“After the holidays.”
“Are y’all like…together?” I ask.
“No! We just hookup from time to time when I’m in town. It’s not serious.”
Bellamy leans against the counter, seemingly sobered up. “Does Bodie feel the same?”
“Yeah, of course. He knows I have no interest in datin’ right now. I told him that from the beginnin’.”
But for some reason, I don’t think Bodie’s on the same page.
Raven’s abusive ex-husband really fucked with her mindset on what a healthy relationship looks like, so she avoids them altogether.
“Hey, did the party get moved to the bathroom?” Mattie barrels in with a drink in one hand and a taco in the other. “Potty Party!”
“Oh God…” I snicker, slowly pushing everyone out. “Back to the livin’ room.”
“Looks like everyone had a blast,” Colton muses, helping me clean up once everyone’s left the following afternoon. “I haven’t seen this many liquor and wine bottles since my twenty-first birthday.”
“And I got to enjoy none of it,” I pout. “I did have some sparkling grape juice, though.”
Colton grins, reaching over to rub his palm over my growing belly. At six months pregnant, I already look well overdue.
“We’ll have lots of alcohol at the weddin’, so you can drink and have fun with them, then.”
“Which means you can’t knock me up again until after.”
He bends down to kiss my lips. “Hm, no promises.”
Once the house is put back in order and the kids are in bed, I wobble my ass to the bathroom and find a bath already waiting for me with the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.
“Join me, love.”
“There’s no way we’re both fittin’ in there.”
“Yes, you will.” He inches toward the back of the tub. “C’mon, strip for me.”
He waggles his brows, and I laugh at his suggestive tone. His beard is thicker since he’s been growing it out for the winter, and I love how good it looks on him.
“Fine, but if I crush your balls, that’s on you.”
I manage to just barely fit between his legs and end up mostly on top of his thighs, but he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He rubs a sugar scrub over my belly, slowly moving across my breasts and down to the apex of my thighs.
He’s kept to his word over the past several months, lathering me in lotions and creams, which has helped my skin stay moisturized, but I still have the stretch marks, and they’re even more pronounced now with this pregnancy.
Except, I’m no longer self-conscious about them the way I used to be.
Colton adores them in a way I’ve never experienced before and has helped me appreciate what they represent—carrying babies who are my whole world.
“I have a secret,” I whisper. “But you can’t say anythin’.”
“Okay…” he drawls, suspiciously.
“You have to promise me.”
“Alright, that’s nerve-racking. What is it?”
