Page 60 of From Our First

“Yep. But we’ll get her some food and water, and she’ll be fine. As soon as she gets out of this chewing stage of hers, she can have a little more freedom. But according to Macon, it’s one day at a time.”

“You’re a good puppy dad,” Myra said as I brought Daisy back in, looking very proud of herself.

“I’m trying. Macon’s the one with all the rules. I just do my best to follow them.”

Myra looked down at herself and then grabbed her bag from the counter. “I’m going to shower and change. Do we need to stick the food in the fridge?”

“As long as you’re not doing your hair or makeup or anything, I can at least set everything out and get it ready.”

“That sounds like a plan. Because I’m starving.”

I leaned over and took her lips with mine, groaning. “Me, too.”

She pulled away, and I was thankful that she looked reluctant as her eyes darkened, and her cheeks reddened. And then she practically ran towards the bathroom.

We were moving far too fast for whatever this was.

It didn’t feel real, and I knew she was still grieving. I knew we were figuring out what the hell we were going to do about who we were to each other.

But I didn’t want to think about any of that just then. All I wanted to do was pretend for a minute.

And I was grateful that we were making that happen.

Myra came out wearing her well-worn jeans and a tee, her hair wet and piled on the top of her head.

“I usually only wear jeans for work. The fact that you are seeing them on me right now should tell you I wanted to be comfy, and these are my oldest pair of pants. Do not tell the rest of the world that I dared to go out in public not looking pristine.”

I licked my lips and kissed her as I set the plates in front of her. “You always look fucking gorgeous to me.”

“Is that a come-on?” she asked.

“If you have to ask, it wasn’t a very good one. Will you bowl up the soup while I change?”

“I can do that. I’m starving.”

“Once again, I’m going to say…me, too.” I kissed her hard and then took the quickest shower of my life, putting on gray sweats and a white T-shirt even as I walked towards where she was. Daisy was asleep on her little bed, and I knew I’d have to take her out again soon. Myra sat on the floor near my coffee table, the food spread out before her, and an egg roll in her mouth.

“I couldn’t wait,” she said around her food.

I laughed, took a seat next to her so she was cradled between my legs and stole a bite of her egg roll. “Sounds good to me.”

“Hey, that was mine!”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Stop trying to sex me up when I’m eating. I’m starving.”

“Okay, fine.”

“No, not fine. You show up in your gray sweatpants, and I know you’re not wearing any underwear because I can see your dick line.”

My cock hardened even more, tenting my sweats. “You got a problem with that?”

“Start eating.”

“You know what I want to eat.”

“Nate.”

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