Page 72 of Ravished By Her

“Show me,” I demanded, and she picked me right up and did just that.

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“You were right,” she said a while later when she got out of the shower, wrapping herself in one of my towels.

“About?” I asked, still naked and laying in bed. I was going to do a quick hair wash and rinse if there was any water left.

“The shower. I didn’t anticipate the lack of room. And the fact that the toilet was right there.” She scrubbed her hair and went to get some fresh clothes from her overnight bag.

“I told you so,” I said, watching her as she put on a pair of shorts and a tank.

“Yes, princess, you were right.” She came over to kiss me and then smack my ass. Not the first time she’d done that tonight and I was pleasantly sore from her earlier efforts.

“Why don’t you go have your little shower and I’ll put something together?” she asked.

“You take such good care of me,” I said, stepping by her.

“I like taking care of you, Gwen,” she said, and I smiled at her as I shut the door and took the fastest shower I possibly could.

* * *

Lacey made us a snack and we lay in bed together and watched a movie that she said I had to see. It was a dark comedy, but it was super sapphic, so I was on board.

“Have you ever dated guys?” I asked. “Sorry if that’s a weird question.”

Lacey shifted me in her arms, and I melted further into her body, letting her surround me.

“I did in high school and a few times in college, before everything happened with my ex. I guess I’m just super selective with which men I’d even be willing to date, you know? And I just never met one I was attracted to with the right timing.” That made sense.

“Does it bother you that I’m bisexual?” she asked, and I felt her body tense beneath me. As if she was scared of my answer.

I sat up and faced her. “No, it doesn’t bother me at all. Why would it? It’s a part of you and if I love you, then I have to love all of you.”

Her eyes went wide and it took a moment for me to realize what the fuck I’d just said.

“Did—Did you just say that you love me?” she asked.

I gaped at her, unable to figure out how those words had come out of my mouth.

“I…” I trailed off. Words had deserted me.

“Gwen, what did you mean?” Now she was sitting up and giving me an intense look I couldn’t escape.

For a moment, I let myself look at her. This woman, who had been so closed when we’d met. This woman with her backwards baseball hats and chivalry and dirty mind and artistic soul. This woman who had somehow worked her way into my life and had made me question what I knew to be true about myself for maybe the first time in many years.

This woman that I…

“I love you, Lacey,” I said, after taking a deep breath to make sure it was true. The rightness of those words rang through my bones, like the clear tone of a bell.

“I love you and I know we said we would let what happens, happen, but…I don’t want to leave Arrowbridge if that means leaving you. I want to see where this goes. I want to see what a future could look like with you. And I know this is new and it’s probably too much, too soon, but—” She cut me off, getting out of the bed and going to her bag to pull something out.

“Lacey?” I asked, terrified. Was she getting out her truck keys to leave? Had I completely fucked this up?

“I made this for you. I just…I couldn’t stop thinking about you when we weren’t together so in my spare time I made this.” She held out a box and my heart froze in shock.

“What is this, Lacey?” I asked.

“It’s not what you think it is,” she said, and I was about ready to jump off the bed and strangle her so she’d tell me what the hell was going on.

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