Page 40 of The Naughty Elf

She doesn’t even have to ask what’s next as she slices through the peppers and onions.

It’s far too easy to cook with her, and I find myself mesmerized by the tactile experience of her beside me, of her hands brushing against my back or shoulder, of the smiles that bloom across her face just for me.

I try to think of something other than her mouth, but as she tastes and seasons, I’m more drawn to those pink lips than before.

“Momma?”

Ginger’s shoulders roll back. “Graciella?”

“Can I watch another episode during dinner?”

Those hands plant themselves on her hips as she faces off with her daughter. “Only if you brush your teeth and go straight to bed when it’s over. No milking it for another one after.”

Gracie nods, strong and decisive. “Deal.”

Once we have the food plated, Ginger sets Gracie up in front of the TV and sets us at the small kitchen table together. Most of dinner is quiet. Not that I mind. I enjoy how she looks at me as we eat. That she doesn’t mind how much I stare at her.

“Is five too early for you?” she asks quietly as she scrapes up the last of her sauce with the final half of her pierogi.

“No.”

“You sure? It’s going to be an early night no matter what, so if you need more beauty rest…”

“Five is fine.” Because, honestly, I don’t sleep much as it is. Anyway, I’d rather be with her than lie awake in my bed.

She searches my eyes, much like her mother did a short while ago, and when she finds whatever she’s looking for, she nods. “Okay.”

Then, she glances at her daughter. “What did I say?”

Gracie groans, but stands to rinse her dishes off in the sink, and Ginger is up, turning off the television as a new episode begins.

I bring our plates to the sink to wash as Gracie dries her hands and looks up at me.

“You’re tall.”

I nod to her.

“And you’ve got big muscles.”

I smirk at her.

“That’s good.”

“That’s enough, missy. Teeth. Brush them. Two full minutes this time.” Ginger approaches, looking stern but loving.

“Yes, Mom.” Gracie scampers off, and I dry my hands.

“I’m going to say goodnight.” Ginger slides closer, just like she always has in all of those moments lingering between us.

“I’ll go.”

Her mouth purses, but she sighs and walks me to the door. Fingers brush against my stomach as I pass over the threshold, pulling me back to her.

I want to steal a kiss. Just a small one to last me the night, and the longer she lets me hover close enough to take one, the more I feel my control slipping.

We’re less than an inch from what we both want. Then, her hand is pressed to my chest, and her face turns inside. Mouth quirked to the side, she blinks up at me, sultry and transparent.

“See you bright and early.”

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