Page 105 of You Found Me
We sit like that long enough that we both start shivering and when I try to stand up, he stops me.
He brushes a few stray hairs behind my ear. “Thank you for this, Emmy.”
I laugh, “You’re thanking me for making you come in your underwear?”
“Not specifically this,” he gestures to his lap with a laugh. “I meant thank you for coming here with me and making it memorable.”
I give him a quick peck on his nose. “You’re welcome. But I might have more in store for you before the weekend ends.”
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On the walk back to the cabin, we agree to take a hot shower first and then eat.
He gets out before me saying he wants to get started on breakfast so that when I’m done, we can sit out back and eat. Letting him get a head start on our food, I wash my hair. Which allows me some alone time to think.
When I told Spence that I have more in store for him, I wasn’t lying. There’s something I want to try with him, that I’ve always wanted to, but Chance didn’t like the idea of it.
To put it crudely, I want to try “butt stuff” as Mia calls it and it makes me laugh when I picture her saying it.
Obviously, we couldn’t do all of it tonight or even anytime soon. But I’d like to take that first step. I dabbled with it once—after I moved into the apartment—when I was experimenting with different things to help get myself off. I liked it . . . and I can only imagine how much better it’d be with someone else. Whether it’s him or him using the trainer toys that Mia bought me as a joke.
Well, the joke’s on her because once I got over the embarrassment of the gift, I packed it into my weekender bag in the hopes that he might want to try. Except I’m not really sure how to broach that subject tonight. How does someone propose anal?
Do I just say, “hey can you put it in my butt?”
Is it really that simple?
In the middle of my inner monologue, Spencer bursts back into the bathroom. “Do you like waffles?”
“Cheese and rice, Spencer James!” I shout, panicked. “You scared the hell out of me.”
He at least has the decency to appear sheepish. “Sorry, Shortstack. I just wanted to know if you like waffles.”
Chuckling, I answer him, “It’s okay. And yeah, I like waffles. Why?”
“Because,” he says with a wide grin, “I found a waffle maker and can’t pass up the opportunity to use it. The bacon is cooking, and the fruit is all washed. Are you about done?”
I shake my head and smile at his excitement. “I’m done. Just got lost in thought.”
“Everything okay?”
My heart immediately warms. “I didn’t say it was anything bad. I very well could have been thinking about dirty thoughts before you burst in here,” I shrug.
“You’re really something, you know that?” he sighs.
I step out of the shower and toss him a wink after grabbing my towel. “I know.”
Spencer grasps my towel, pulling me into him. “But you’re my something, aren’t you, Buttercup?”
“Only yours, Daredevil,” I tell him and then raise on to my tiptoes to kiss him. “Go start the waffles. I still need to brush my hair and braid it. I only need ten minutes tops.”
“Take your time.” And with that, he walks out of the bathroom.
I grab my skin care essentials, leave-in conditioner, and my smoothing balm out of my toiletry bag, getting to work on my face and hair. Fifteen minutes later—oops, I really shouldn’t make promises when it comes to my hair—I make my way down to the kitchen.
But before I reach him, he stops me. “Go sit at the breakfast nook, please. I’ll bring you your food and coffee.”
“Yes sir,” I say sarcastically as I turn to go to the table.
