Page 108 of The ABCs of You & Me

“Obviously, you’re on for P.”

“Does today not count? It was a party after all.” I enunciate the P.

“I guess you’re right. What are we going to do when we run out of letters?”

I bury my face in her hair and breathe in deeply. Staying like this for the rest of time seems like a solid idea. “Start over again? Pick an alphabet from a different language? Greek, perhaps?”

“Food categories?” she suggests.

“Try different dishes until we’ve eaten them all?”

“Make different dishes?”

“You wanna cook more with me?”

“I’ll do just about anything if I’m doing it with you, Foster.”

“Oh my god!” Sophie squeals when she sees the tea ring on the table the next morning. “Did you make this?”

I shake my head. “As if I was going to leave the bed when you were in my arms,” I say, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back into me.

“Did your grandmother?”

“I don’t think so. The pattern is different.”

When we approach, there’s a handwritten note next to the plate.

Good morning! I got this recipe last night and thought it would be a good time to test it out. Coffee’s fresh and there’s cream and milk in the fridge. Enjoy!

Love, Mom

“No way,” I whisper, rereading the note and studying the tea ring. “I cannot believe she shared the recipe with your mom.” She’d only just shared it with me on Easter.

“Nancy Hore is pretty persuasive,” Sophie says as she pulls a couple plates and mugs down from the cupboard.

Sophie does that thing again where she takes a bite of something delicious and moans, and all my senses zero in on it. A bomb could go off outside the door, and I wouldn’t have a clue.

“What?” she asks after swallowing.

“You do this thing when you like the taste of something. This little hum moan thing, and I’m pretty sure it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh yeah?” A wicked little smirk appears on her face, and I’m not sure if I should be terrified or turned on by it. I watch as she wipes her mouth and stands, approaching me slowly, a lioness stalking her very willing prey.

When she’s standing in front of me she bends, her lips millimeters from mine. “I bet I could make it hotter,” she challenges as she sinks to her knees, pulling the waistband of my boxers as she goes. “Hmmm.” She peers up at me through those long lashes. “I guess that did do something for you.”

“Everything about you does something for me,” I croak, watching as she leans forward and takes me in her mouth. The taste of the tea ring on my tongue and Sophie’s hot mouth around my cock is pure magic. This must be heaven because I can’t think of anything better. Then she fucking hums.

“So, is this real now?” Sophie asks from the passenger seat, staring at her hand twined with mine.

“Sunshine, this has been real since you agreed to have lunch with me.”

“That long ago, eh?”

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen, even younger according to my grandmother,” I admit.

“Liar.” Sophie laughs. “I would have known.”

“Sophie,Ididn’t even know. And when I finally realized, I was too stuck in my own head to do anything about it.”

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