Page 110 of Handle Me

Who is being bossy now?

I need you alone. Christmas was...

Crazy?

I can’t believe your mom almost caught us.

It might have killed her. But I still want to unwrap my present.

You just want to tie me up.

You’re not wrong.

Fuck, I love you.

I know.

FEBRUARY

Your Highness: I was thinking about our arrangement.

Baxter flopped down on the couch and rested his head in my lap. I scratched his ears and waited for her to respond.

Boss: ...ok

It was now or never. My fingers flew over the keys while Baxter watched with interest.

Baxter is ready.

Baxter is ready for what?

Of course she was going to make me spell it out. Like I hadn’t been slowly trying to talk her into something a little more serious than weekends and texts only.

For his mum to move in.

The season just started.

Hey, I’m only telling you what Baxter told me.

Baxter perked up and let out a small yowl of protest over being dragged into this. Traitor. “You want this as much as I do.”

He whimpered and laid back down.

Tell Baxter that the season just started.

Baxter says my track times are better than ever.

Because I’m not distracting you.

You do realize that I think about you pretty much every second of the day, right?

Same.

I just don’t want to rush it.

I’m tired of only getting you on the weekends. It’s like a bad custody arrangement.

You have full custody of me.