Page 60 of Love Song, Take Two

“You love me.”

Wrapping her hands around his wrists, Micah nodded with a grin. “So fucking much.”

“Crazy,” he mumbled and then his mouth was on hers again, kissing her slow and deep. His tongue swept into her mouth and they moaned in unison, teeth clattering as Micah tried to get closer. She’d never told anybody she loved them, not romantically anyway. Definitely not Geoffrey. When he proposed, she took the ring and put it on. When they got married, she struggled to maintain eye contact. The day they got divorced, she finally felt free.

She’d been in love with Fletcher for years, the feelings simmering beneath the surface as she went through the motions. The day they saw each other again, everything truly made sense. The reason why she couldn’t give her heart to someone else and the calming sensation at staring into his eyes again.

The sound of the microwave beeping brought her back to the present and she broke the kiss with a gasp. He still looked shocked, almost like he couldn’t believe what was happening. She rolled her eyes and tapped his nose before moving around him to retrieve her food—a very colorful and vibrant burrito bowl. Snagging a spoon on the way, she bumped her hip against his and tucked herself into his breakfast nook and dug into the food.

She was a few bites into her food when Fletcher dropped to his knees beside her, eyes unfocused. “I love you too.”

“I know, Fletch.” She grinned and set her bowl down, brushing hair out of his face.

“I blanked after you spoke and that kiss, goddamn woman. I could kiss you forever and never get enough.”

She laughed and leaned in to peck his lips. “You can kiss me forever.”

“Yeah?”

Humming in the affirmative, she returned to her food because her stomach was starting up its loud rumbling again. He sat in the chair across from the cushioned bench she was seated on and she could see that he was still processing what had happened.

“You love me,” he repeated softly and then his face split into the most beautiful smile as he looked at her. “Worth the sixteen year wait.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“I believe this makes me your dork, love bug.”

She gently kicked him under the table. Fletcher finally leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out. He looked so happy, so content and she was glad for it. They’d both had incredibly long days and yet, this quiet moment together was exactly what they needed. At the same time, because she needed the answer to one question, Micah broke the silence.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your Santa gig?”

His shoulders tensed and she watched him fidget for a long moment before looking at her. “I love Christmas. Almost as much as you don’t like it, maybe. I was going to tell you, but when I showed up that morning and heard your frustration with the holiday…”

“You really thought it would be a deal breaker?” she asked, one eyebrow arched.

“People have pretty wild and valid reasons for not liking certain things in relationships. I made a lot of assumptions, obviously.”

She laughed at his wince. “You know what they say about assumptions. No wait…that doesn’t work as well.”

“I’m glad you find this hilarious,” he deadpanned.

“Here all week.” Micah stuck her tongue out and ate the rest of her dinner. “But for the record, I would love you in all your versions. The rockstar was always my favorite, but the former rockstar does things to me. And Santa? Holy shit, Fletch.”

He shook his head, a light blush visible at the top of his beard. She scooped up the last of her food as she smiled to herself. Even at forty-seven, Fletcher Kelley could be a bashful awkward man and somehow that was so endearing.

When she finished, he was on his feet, taking her bowl and washing up. She watched him for a moment before she wandered through his kitchen, opening and closing cabinets and drawers. When she was there a few nights ago, she’d seen a box of fruit roll-ups and now she wanted to use them wisely. Retrieving it from the last drawer, Micah shook the contents into her hand and walked over to wrap one arm around his waist, her face pressed into his back.

“Are you tired?” she asked.

“Why?”

Micah playfully nipped at his back through his T-shirt and dragged her hand down to the front of his jeans to press her palm against his growing bulge. She’d felt it earlier when he’d kissed her and she already knew what he was packing. He grunted softly and rocked against her hand, making her smile.

“Turn around,” she whispered, pulling her hand away and dropping to her knees. He turned and frowned down at her, but Micah pointed at his pants. “Take them off.”

Despite looking like he wanted to protest, he undid his belt and zipper, then pushed his pants off. She leaned forward to kiss his dick through the cotton of his boxer-briefs and heard Fletcher growl.

Looking up at him, she smiled and said, “Actually, take it all off.”

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