Chapter 18
Knox- 1 week later
I swear I’ve had more sex the past month, than I’ve had my whole life. It makes me wonder just how many kids Ruby and I would have had by now if we’d worked out the first time. Or the second. We’ve fucked at the bar, all over my loft and her cottage— the wall, the couch, the floor. At first, she’d leave (or ask me to) as soon as we finished. She didn’t want to cuddle. Hell, we didn’t actually have sex in a bed until ten days ago. Afterward, I pulled her on to my chest and held her there (I don’t want to say against her will, but it probably was). It was the best thing ever. We talked. I stroked her hair. She fell asleep. I stayed like that for three hours until she woke up and freaked out about the intimacy of being in bed together and kicked me out.
I stood, momentarily stunned, on the stoop of her cottage in nothing but my underwear. Thankfully, I came to my senses before causing too much of a scene in front of her neighbors (Em and her sister Charlie) and got in my truck. Yep, I had to drive home and walk to my loft, which is in the middle of a somewhat bustling downtown area, half naked.
She apologized and brought me my clothes later that night, but she doesn’t realize that intimacy isn’t about where we have sex, it’s how. How deeply I kiss her. Make love to her whole body. The way we look into each other’s eyes when we come together. The way we share details about our days or silly stories about parts of our lives we’ve missed over the years. It’s there and I know she feels it. She’s just scared. But tonight, I plan on letting her know exactly where I stand, how I feel and what I want. I also plan on making her admit, she feels the same way. And I'm not above using my dick to do it. I don’t know why she has to be so damn stubborn about us. I guess if she were any different, I wouldn’t love her as much as I do.
A knock on my door distracts me from my very pleasant future thoughts. It’s Monday afternoon, and I’m not expecting Ruby until later. We have plans for dinner. That’s right. I’ve talked her into eating together before we have sex every night for the past week. Baby steps. The huge grin I had on my face immediately slides off as I see who’s on the opposite side of my door. Hint: it’s not a sweet spunky Greek girl with a bottle of wine in her hand. It’s a crazy ex-girlfriend with a… No fucking way.