Page 36 of Maid Fohr Love
His home became our playground. For twelve days he thought of new ways to make date night our reality. He was a man on a mission.
Fohr was serious about his commitment to courting me even though our circumstances were less than ideal. He was a romantic at heart. I could tell by the amount of attention he paid to detail and the effort that went into even the smallest things.
He was creative. He’d customized a planner for our time inside so I was always up to speed on what was happening around me and could be prepared. I took care of his home and he took care of me. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.
Each night I was sent a reminder for the following date night. Fohr was hardly ever too far away from me, but it never mattered. He found joy in sending updates, even if I was lying across his lap as he did so.
Day one: Movie night.
Day two: Cooking course, hosted by Kit Delucca
Day three: Batting lessons, hosted by me, Fohr McClarren
Day four: Glutes (Meet me in the gym, sweet baby)
Day five: Jacuzzi, cheese, crackers, and wine
Day six: Game night
Day seven: Picnic on the lawn
Day eight: Arcade night
Day nine: Dinner date (Please cook or we can get in the kitchen together.)
Day ten: Arts and craft
Day eleven: Karaoke night (Give your throat a rest)
Day twelve: Cocktail hour.
I hadn’t seen much of the upstairs. Since the first night, I belonged to Fohr’s bed. It had become as much of mine as it was his. The private wing was no longer a restricted area. I had full access. He preferred it this way, and so did I. Whenever I promised to give his back a break and spend the night upstairs, I’d find myself sleepwalking to his bedroom as he was making his way to mine to come get me.
Nothing about our connection was average. Though we were conquering new levels rapidly, neither of us was in a rush for the next step. We were exploring our possibilities and learning each other simultaneously.
I was getting to know a side of Fohr that the world hadn’t. I was getting to know a side of myself that I hadn’t known before him. This version of me was only possible because I was listened to, waited on, desired, and properly pursued.
“Hmph,” I mumbled as the facts began piling in my head.
I stirred the egg whites with my mind still reeling. The last twelve days had been the most eventful of my life. And knowing Fohr McClarren, mega-baseball star, was responsible for them had my head and heart in a frenzy.
“Hmph, what?”
His baritone forced the hairs all over my body to rise from their resting places and stand at attention. He wrapped his arm around me slightly, careful not to let his skin make contact with my apron. Sweat seeped from his pores. Still, I couldn’t help myself.
I turned around, cutting the eggs off as I did so. I placed my palms against his cheeks and pulled his face closer to me. I pressed my lips into his and parted them with my tongue.
Fohr was the sweetest thing I’d ever known. I, now, understood what Lauryn meant in that song she’d made all those years ago. He was a giant but he was gentle–with me at least. And, that was all that mattered.Hewas all that mattered for the most part.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how miserable I’d be at home hadn’t I come to yours. This experience has been—something.”
“You wouldn’t have been miserable, Kit. You’re a loner. I figured that out about you first.”
“Well, maybe not, but being here makes me feel like I could’ve been. Probably should’ve been had I declined and didn’t recant.”
“But, you didn’t. And, now you know what good dick and a good man feel like in your world.”
Shaking my head, I pecked his lips another time before turning around to continue with breakfast. It was almost time for him to eat.
