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Fletcher
“Did you get any queso?” Georgia asks, doing the little happy dance I’ve noticed she does anytime she’s about to eat. It’s fucking adorable.
“Yes, Peach. I got the queso,” I drawl with a chuckle as I set the Styrofoam take-out containers on the coffee table.
Opening them up one by one, she gives an appreciative hum as she goes. “God, everything smells so good,” she groans. “Where’s this place at? I’ve never heard of it.”
“North about twenty minutes, right outside of town.” Handing her a set of plastic silverware, I say, “A guy I met at the gym, his family owns the place. He’s been telling me about it.”
“Aww, Fletcher made a friend. How cute.” She smirks, and it makes my stomach do a flip. “You didn’t have to go through all that trouble, though. We could’ve just ordered something to be delivered.”
“Figured you’d be hungry when you woke up and wouldn’t want to wait.” I shrug. “Wasn’t a big deal.”
Georgia chuckles. “I can’t believe I slept so long.”
Neither can I.
After we had sex earlier, we both passed out. I woke up an hour later, while Georgia slept for closer to three. She didn’t wake up until right before I got home with the food.Talk about perfect timing on my part.
Holding up two different containers, she asks, “Did you get the chicken or the ground beef enchiladas?”
“Whichever.” I wave her off before grabbing a tortilla chip and dunking it in the queso. “I didn’t know what you preferred, so take what you want, and I’ll eat the other.”
“You sure?” Her brows raise.
“Positive.” I nod, taking a drink of my sweet tea. “I’ll eat either, honestly. I’m starving.”
Looking between the two for a moment, Georgia hums to herself before handing me the one on the left. “I’ll do the beef, if you’re sure.”
Digging in, the conversation stays at a minimum, mostly because the TV’s on, and we’re watching one of the Housewives shows. Even with the distraction of the television, my mind is still running rampant, replaying everything that happened earlier, and I don’t quite know how I feel about all of it yet. It was easily one of the most intense experiences I’ve ever had. But it wasn’t something Ieversaw myself doing, let alone enjoying.
Another thing that’s throwing me for a loop is how connected I feel to Georgia. I have never felt as in tune with a partner the way I do with her, and it’s confusing. Sex has always been just sex for me. And don’t get me wrong, I’ve had great sex with some sexy-ass women before, but it’s never beenthis. I’ve never been one tofeelanything emotionally or get attached to somebody, simply because we fucked. Never even really felt a desire to cuddle afterward. I’d do it because it’s what the woman wanted, but it wasn’t something I necessarily cared for, but earlier…that was something else. Ineededto hold her after what we shared.
I’m starting to realize, sex with Georgia is so much more than physical, it’s more than chasing a release. It’s deeper. And that realization is confusing as hell, not only because it’s so far outside of my norm, but also because it’s probably just another hot hookup to her.
“How’s your wrist?” Georgia asks as we finish our food.
Looking down at my arm, I chuckle. With everything else that’s happened today, I completely forgot about the bee sting. “It’s fine,” I reply with a shrug. “Not bothering me too much.”
“That’s good. At least you know now you’re not allergic.” Standing up, Georgia grabs some of the empty take-out containers as I do the same, and we bring them into the kitchen to toss in the trash. Resting her hip against the counter, she peers over at me, and asks, “And how are you feeling”—her eyes drop down my frame before coming back up to my face—“below the belt?”
My cheeks flame as I look away from her curious gaze. “A little sore, but fine.”
Reaching into the cupboard, Georgia tosses me the bottle of ibuprofen. “Take a couple of these. They’ll help with that.”
“Thanks.” Clearing my throat, I say, “I’m gonna go work on school stuff in my room for a while.”
“How’s the project coming?” she asks, wiping down the counter.
“Pretty good.” I nod. “Got the introduction and the industry and market analysis portion completed, and I’ve been working on the location analysis section.”
“That’s great, Fletcher. I’m proud of you.” Glancing over at me, Georgia’s mouth curls into a smile as she adds, “Let me know if you need a second set of eyes or any more help.”
“Appreciate it, Peach.”
