Page 32 of Watercolor Skulls

She is a perfect fit.

I grab two waters from the fridge, noting how little food she has. Cracking the lid on one, I take a long drink as my eyes scan her house. There is nothing here except paint cans, power tools, a ladder, and a coffee table. Oh, and she has a bed.

A bed I’ll be spending a fair amount of time in if I have it my way.

Holy shit, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I was a little worried when she started to cry but hell, I felt like crying. It was…different. It was intense.

Fuck, she’s so tiny I thought I might break her, but I didn’t. Her body accepted every part of me. And I like the fact she talked to me. She might not always know what she’s feeling but she does her best to communicate. That is huge. That I’ve never had. I don’t like playing guessing games. Tell me straight up how it is.

I hear her little feet pad across the hall to the bathroom. She’s so fucking cute.

I’m about to head upstairs when a painting on the wall catches my attention. It’s a field of sunflowers painted on an old window. It reminds me of home. I glance up the stairs as the toilet flushes. I continue my way up, stopping to look back at the painting one more time.

She makes a beeline, streaking naked back to her bed. When I walk in she is buried in the blankets, sitting up in the middle of the bed, holding them to her chin.

How adorable.

I hand her the bottle of water and she takes it, drinking greedily as soon as she has the cap off.

“Did you paint the picture downstairs?”

“Yeah, I found the old windows in a shed out back.” She caps the water, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“It gave me an idea,” I tell her, climbing back into bed. I slide under the covers, my leg bumping against hers. Folding my arms behind my head, I settle against her pillows.

“What’s the idea?” She looks surprised that I laid back down. Did she think I was going somewhere? Not a chance.

“An idea for our next date.”

This makes her smile, and oh how that smile lifts my lonely soul. I’m going to do my best to see it every. single. day.

“So, you want to go out with me again?” She nibbles on her bottom lip.

“Oh, you’re going to have a hard time getting me to leave your side.”

She blushes and lets her hair fall across her face. “I like the sound of that,” she says quietly.

“Good, then get your cute little ass over here so we can get some sleep, tomorrow’s not far away.”

Lily sets her water on the floor and then snuggles down beside me, resting her face against my chest. Her leg curls over the top of mine and I feel her smile against my skin. She falls asleep soon after, giving me a chance to revel in the feel of her body pressed to mine. I’ve avoided women for so long I almost forgot how good they smell; how soft they are. I squeeze her closer and she murmurs in her sleep like a little kitten, rubbing her cheek over me.

Tomorrow I’m going to do something I’ve never done. I’m going to take her home with me. I know I just met her, but I want to show her who I am. What I’m really hoping is she will show me who she is.

When I wake up I find the little thing sitting up, staring at me. Her eyes are running down my body, then slowly back up again. When they snag on mine she realizes she’s been caught, she quickly looks away.

I grab her hand and pull her over the top of me. “Good morning, Lily,” I whisper in her ear.

She giggles as she tries to steady herself over the top of me. “Good morning.” She sighs, folding her hands on my chest and resting her chin on them.

“Hungry? How about we head into town for breakfast.”

“I could make you something.”

“With what? I saw your fridge last night, remember?”

She smiles sweetly. “I have yogurt.”

“Yogurt is not breakfast. I need bacon, woman.” I smack her on the ass lightly and she laughs.

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