Page 71 of From This Moment (After We Fall 4)
“I’ll leave out the part where I want more then just your arm on me and I can’t stop thinking about getting you out of your nice work pants and fucking you on your new kitchen floor. Or maybe in your new shower. Or even in your backseat. My imagination isn’t being too picky.” She kept her eyes on Abby as she spoke, her voice low.
“Christ.” I tried to adjust the crotch of my pants without letting on what I was doing. She was speaking quietly, but my dick heard every word.
She giggled and glanced down. “Problem?”
“Just don’t talk for a minute.”
She laughed again. “Okay. I’ll be nice. But maybe you can come over later?”
I hesitated. “What about Abby?”
“She goes to bed by eight. Come at nine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She tipped her head to my shoulder, but only for a second. “I want to be with you tonight.”
We went for ice cream, but when Hannah heard that I hadn’t eaten dinner yet, she made me promise to come in when we got back to her house so she could feed me. My mother probably had dinner waiting for me, but I couldn’t say no to Hannah. I shot my mom a quick text.
Don’t hold dinner for me.
Feeling a little guilty, I added a heart emoji before getting out of the car and following Hannah and Abby inside the house. She warmed up the lemon chicken and vegetables she’d made earlier, and even poured me a glass of wine before joining me at the table with her own glass. Abby brought a little book she’d made in school to the table and read it out loud to us while I ate.
“Wow, Abby. You’re such a good reader,” I told her. “Did you learn all that in kindergarten already?”
“Some of it,” she said, tugging on a blond curl. “But some Mommy taught me. I already know a lot of our popcorn words.”
“Popcorn words?”
She giggled. “It’s not really popcorn. It’s words we use a lot.”
“Basic sight words,” Hannah explained, taking my empty plate to the sink. “Abby is getting really good at them. Okay, kiddo, up to the bath.”
I finished the rest of my wine and brought the glass to the sink, where Abby was loading the dishwasher. “Thanks for dinner. Delicious, as usual.”
“You’re welcome.” She glanced over her shoulder at Abby, who was still at the table. “Say goodnight to Uncle Wes.”
She slid off her chair and came over to me, reaching up.
Crouching down, I hugged her. “Night, princess.”
“Night, Uncle Wes.” Then she wandered down the hall and up the stairs, singing to herself again. “She’s always singing. What about music lessons or something? Piano, maybe?”
Hannah sighed and dried her hands on a towel. “I wish we had a piano.”
“So let’s get you one.”
She rolled her eyes. “Pianos are big items, Wes. And pricey.”
“I’ll buy it.”
“No.”
“Come on. Do you know how happy that would make me?”
She eyed me dubiously.
“I’m serious. Please let me do this for her. Studying an instrument is so good for kids.”
