Page 79 of Any Second Now
The best sex of my life. Then back here after I tried to escape alone. Sex again. Then sleeping wrapped up with each other.
I chuckle and shake my head.
And I guess he’s still here.
I pull on some thin fleece pants and sneak into the bathroom. Obviously Atticus sees me. It’s a freaking RV, after all.
“Coffee?” he calls.
“Sure,” I respond through the door, biting back a smile.
“How do you like it?”
“Uh, cream and one sugar.” This is so weird. I clean my teethand run a brush through my hair. I hear the coffee machine spitting out a fresh cup and I take a deep breath before leaving the bathroom.
“Morning,” Atticus says when I emerge. He offers me a steaming mug and adjusts the hat that sits backwards on his head. I don’t even remember him grabbing that at his apartment when we left last night.
“Hey.” I accept the mug and sip the perfect coffee.
“I put Megghen outside in her coop.” He looks right at home in the Pink Palace, but also completely and utterly out of place.
“Thank you.” Is this awkward? Or amazing?
“What do you want to do today?” Atticus’s green eyes are locked on me.
“I dunno.” I shrug. “Cross-stitch?”
“Can you teach me?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I snort, because I heard him, but, what?
“Teach me to do cross-stitch.”
“You want to learn to do cross-stitch.”
“Yes.”
“You, Atticus Knox, professional hockey player, want me to teach you to do cross-stitch.”
“Correct.” He lowers his mug to the counter. “I’m getting the impression you don’t think I can do it.”
I laugh. “I don’t think it’s an ability thing.” I glance down at his hands. “Although you might struggle to thread the needle.”
“Let’s do it.”
“Alright. Let me get dressed.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re seated at the table with supplies spread out in front of us.
“I’ve been wanting to do a how-to for my social media,” I say. “But haven’t gotten around to it.”
“Perfect. Let’s make a video together. You can promote it by saying you taught a hockey player to cross-stitch.”
“That is actually hilarious.” I cock my head. “Would your PR person approve?”
“You mean my sister?” Atticus smirks because yeah, Lucy is the Blizzard’s head of PR. “Yeah, she’d be okay with it.”
I chuckle as I set up my phone.
