Page 24 of Rousing Renee

“Hey, babygirl.” I heard the rawness in my own voice, so I knew there was no hiding it from her.

“Were you sleeping? I’m sorry.”

“I’m up now. Everything okay?”

“Yes, I wondered if you wanted to have pizza with me tonight. I can have them deliver it to me and I’ll walk over to you.”

“Or I could come to you.”

“Or you could come to me.” Her voice was just above a whisper.

“What should I bring?” I asked her.

“Yourself. I’m hosting. Tell me some of your favorite things. What do you like on your pizza? Thin or thick crust? What sauces?”

I chuckled. “You’re so damn cute. When it comes to pizza, I typically only eat it a few ways. Chicken and pineapple. No sauce.”

“Not even olive oil or butter?”

“I’ve never been asked that. I guess butter would be good.”

“Okay, you said a few ways?”

“Right, second would be stuffed crust, bacon and pepperoni, onions, extra sauce. And third, extra cheese and extra sauce. Pan crust for all.”

“Wings?”

“Hot with ranch. BBQ with bleu cheese.”

“Drink?”

“Root beer or Pepsi.”

“Chips?”

“Spicy Nacho or Cool Ranch Doritos.”

“Candy?”

“Not with my pizza. Brownies or chocolate chip cookies.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Sweats.”

“Is it too soon to cuddle?” she asked.

“Fuck no. I’ve been wanting you in my arms since I saw you.”

“How long do you need?” she asked.

“An hour. I need to wake the hell up and figure out where my life went today. I’m sure my assistant is probably worried sick since I was supposed to have some things in to her today. So yeah, an hour.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Will do.”

We hung up, and I grunted at how out of it I felt. I guess I needed to cuddle just as much as my babygirl did. No words, only body language. First up, pissing, washing my hands and face, and then brushing my teeth. I checked my face in the mirror and saw the wild hairs sprouting around my face. It was time for a lineup. Haircut, too.

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