Page 34 of Love Unavoidable
“You are killing me, Grace.”
“I know,” she giggles. “I think I’m killing me too. It’s fun. I’ve never been this way before.”
That stops me. “What do you mean you’ve never been this way before?”
“I don’t know”—she shrugs—“So forward, so comfortable, so vocal, sexual and free.”
“That’s it.” I pick her up and shift her from my lap to the cushioned area beside me. “You’ve got a concussion, for all we know, you’ve got some personality tweaking going on. So, this stops here. I know better than this.” I turn to face her. “You weaken me.”
She smiles big and reaches for me. “Am I your kryptonite, Superman?”
I laugh and grab her hands to stop her. “Don’t tease, I can’t help myself with you. I’ve got to get the chicken on the grill anyway or we will never eat.”
“Nooooo,” she pouts.
“Oh, yes.” I get up and head for the house wishing I had time for a cold shower or a quick jerk. Or both.
“Are you kidding me, right now?” she cries after me.
I wish.
