Page 62 of Stay With Me
Good, because I’d rather show you in person.
We’ve already discussed hanging out again this upcoming week, but now I’m tempted to ditch early and drive over to her place.
But I can’t because we’re all being forced to stay for scrapbooking after we eat. It’s a tradition Mom and GrammaGrace started a while ago. Usually, my brothers and I get out of it, but lately, I’ve been staying since I don’t see them as much anymore. With all the wedding planning, the second annual fundraiser our family hosted this past summer, and keeping busy with ranch work, we’ve all been scattered.
Tripp
How about Tuesday night?
With tomorrow being Monday and traditionally the most chaotic of the week, I know I won’t even get home until seven or eight.
Magnolia
You want me to wait forty-eight whole hours to relieve this ache between my thighs?
I can’t help the goofy smile that spreads across my face at how needy she sounds.I know we should be taking it slow, but we already know so much about each other. The time couples take for the talking stage and getting to know each other has long passed for us. Even if I don’t know every little detail about her, I’m excited to find out more each time we hang out.
Tripp
How about we FaceTime later, and I help you with some of that tension while you give me a little early preview of your lingerie?
Magnolia
I’m sure I can arrange that. Hope you like black lace.
Before I can respond, she sends a photo that shows off the top of a see-through lacy bralette and the bottom half of her face. She’s biting down on a finger with a smirk around it.
That little fucking tease.
Tripp
You just wait, Sunny.
Magnolia
What’re you gonna do, cowboy?
“Is your food okay, Tripp?”
I snap my head up and catch Mom glaring at me and my still-full dinner plate.
“Yeah, it’s great.” I grin, grabbing my fork and diving in.
As quietly as I can, I slide my phone back into my pocket and focus on eating. Magnolia’s about to be tortured from waiting for my response. But considering she has me sitting with a boner at the table surrounded by family, she can suffer right along with me.
Once we finished dessert, Noah and Mom grab the bins, and we get started.
Typically, I work on whatever book my mom needs me to, but tonight I decide to start a new one for me.And Magnolia.
But no one has to know that yet.
“Only six days until y’all say I do!” Mom smiles wide as a spread of scrapbooking supplies covers the table.
“Which means you still have time to run!” Wilder tells Fisher.
Noah whips a roll of washi tape at his head. “Dude!”
Wilder ducks just in time and laughs.
