Page 174 of Holding On

"You help me, I help you. That's how it works." I pull her warm, naked body against mine and kiss her neck. "Like right now, how about I help you into the shower?"

"I don't need a shower."

"I think you do." I sniff her. "Your hair smells like chicken."

She pushes me back. "Liar! I didn't even go to work today."

"Must be from last night. Either way, you need a shower. And I insist on helping you." I kiss her, then smack her ass. "Shower. Now."

She laughs. "Okay, I'm going."

I watch her cute little naked body scurry off to the bathroom. God, I love that girl. I convinced her to stay the night, but I'm hoping to convince her to stay longer than that. I want her to move in with me. And I wasn't joking about the wife thing. Someday I want to marry her. It'll take a while to get her to say yes, given her stance against marriage and the fact that she's so damn stubborn, but I've changed her mind before. I can do it again.