Page 35 of Maid Fohr Love
The weight of the bouquet was unsettling. I hadn’t imagined roses having much of any weight to them. I’d had a number of bouquets in my lifetime and nothing compared to this.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Stay safe.”
“Will do.”
He was short, polite, and direct. I wasn’t alone in the world after all, it seemed. I closed the door behind me and made my way back to the kitchen. Ridding my hands of the bouquet was my first order of business.
I trashed the mask and gloves immediately after freeing my hands. With handsoap, I scrubbed away at the germs I might’ve encountered during the swift retrieval. Once the water shut off, the bouquet was in my hands again and my feet were tapping against the floor in pursuit of the master suite.
Running water led me to the bathroom. I opened the door, letting fresh air inside as the steam traveled out. I prayed for the integrity of my bantu curls as I closed the door behind me and pushed forward.
Outside of the shower, I stood with a smile creasing the corners of my eyes. Fohr’s eyes were on me. Penetrating me and doing things to my body that were downright unfair.
My eyes traveled the length of his upper body, ending where my fantasies began. Fohr was hung like a horse. Tall like a tree. And, during our time in the house, I wanted to climb him until the skin of my hands and feet became raw. And, even then, I’d lay on his branches and bask in the comfort his log brought me.
“It amazes me, Kit.”
“What is that, Fohr?”
“How much more stunning you are by the minute. I saw you an hour ago, baby, and you’ve managed to improve since then. Your ability to blossom so swiftly should be studied at the universities,” he explained.
His words came down on me like the sunshine after a storm that had uprooted an entire town. They were nourishing. They were necessary. And, so damn good that they were nauseating.
“Risking our lives for flowers?” I recovered to ask with a smile.
“Was it worth it?”
I nodded, admitting the obvious. I wanted to keep him safe, but he would make the task difficult. I could see it in those dark brown eyes of his.
“Yes. Thank you. I love them. They’re so heavy.”
“There are a hundred of them, sweet baby. They’re supposed to be.”
“Explains it,” I chuckled.
I waited, unsure of what to say or what to do next. Fohr had a way of shaking my thoughts right out of my head. Confusion plagued me. Comfort saved me. I was in no rush to leave Fohr’s side.
“Talk to me, Kit.”
I shook my head, admitting, “I– I have nothing to say.”
“You’re just going to stand there with those heavy ass roses, watching me?”
“Is that an issue?”
“Not at all, baby.”
“Okay, because I’m not ready to leave. Not yet.”
“Then stay.”
I obliged. Roses in hand, I observed the man before me cleanse his body and palette for the night ahead.
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