Page 67 of Chasing Amber

He smiles. “Okay, baby. I can do that.”

I narrow my gaze at him. “Nothing fancy, though. I don’t want to worry about people cutting my arm off to get my ring or anything when we’re out.”

“Got it. Nothing fancy.”

“Can we have dinner now, Daddy? I’m starving.”

CHAPTER 23

Isaac

This is the second morning in a row I’ve woken up with my girl in my arms. This time, she’s naked, though. I crowded her in her room while she went through her evening routine, watching her with fascination since I’ve never been privy to her evening routine.

I enjoyed observing every step, from the way she takes off her makeup to how she holds her toothbrush. I like how she uses a specific amount of toilet paper and folds it just right.

Amber wasn’t pleased when I commented on that last part, but at least she didn’t demand I get out of the bathroom while she peed because that wasn’t going to happen.

“You’re just going to stand there and watch me get ready for bed?” she asked when I leaned a hip against the vanity and crossed my arms.

“Pretty much. I’m curious. I’ve known you for two years, and there are so many things I don’t know about you. I want to know everything.”

“Do you need to learn all of it today?” she asked as she flossed.

“If possible.”

When she tipped her head back to examine the stitches, I picked up the tube of petroleum jelly and dabbed it on for her.

She wasn’t super Little after dinner. We watched a romcom together on the couch. She stretched out and put her head in my lap. I stroked her hair until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. It was heaven. I have no idea what the movie was about.

Amber made a dramatic production of taking her dress off and dropping it in the hamper. She removed her panties next before sashaying into her bedroom naked.

My cock was hard as I watched her pick out a tank top from one of her drawers. As soon as she slid it over her head, I vowed to examine the contents of those mysterious drawers soon. The tight tank top was pale pink this time, similar to the one she’d worn the night before.

She put on bikini panties next and then lifted her gaze toward the corner of the room and groaned. “Crap. I forgot this room isn’t safe to be naked in. From now on, I’m dressing in the bathroom.”

I chuckled. “Don’t do it on my account.”

She rolled her eyes and sauntered out of the room.

I followed her like a puppy straight into my bedroom. She’d been in there before, but not often, and usually just to ask me something from the doorway.

Last night, she wandered around, looking at things but not touching anything.

“I don’t have any secrets from you, baby. Open drawers if you want. Touch my things.”

She shrugged and turned toward the bed. “I hope I like your mattress.”

I chuckled. “If not, we’ll either swap them or get a new one tomorrow.”

She roamed from one side to the other and then looked at me. “Which side is mine?” Everything about her was light and silly.

“Neither.”

She furrowed her brow. “You don’t want me to sleep in here?” She looked a bit nervous.

“Oh, baby, you misunderstand. I don’t care where you sleep. You can pick the kitchen table if you like a super firm surface. No matter where you choose, I will be next to you, crowding you, suffocating you, but when we’re in a bed, you’ll be in the center.”

She slowly smiled before giggling. As soon as she set a knee on the mattress, I took quick strides to her, wrapped an arm around her middle, and pulled her back. Next, I lifted the tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor before following that up with her panties. Then, I pulled the covers back. “Get in, baby.”

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