Page 116 of Playbook
“Oh my gosh.” Her eyes widen as she steps in behind me. “What happened to your bed and the box you were using as a nightstand?”
“Gone and gone.”
I shove my hands in my pockets as she moves toward the bed. It’s the one we made out on in the store. I went back to pick one out for the spare room, but I kept being drawn to this one.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s gorgeous.”
I beam inside and out. “Recognize the bed?”
She swivels her head and looks at me over her shoulder, then back at the bed. “Oh my gosh. Is this…”
“Yep.” I step to her. “The location of our first kiss.”
“Technically, it was our second.”
My lips press to hers, but before I can get carried away, I stop. “There’s more.”
I walk over to the wall and incline my head to the framed illustration. It’s the one she drew of me in my uniform holding red lacy panties. I had it printed and found a nice frame.
Her jaw drops and she walks toward it with a look of pure disbelief. “You kept it?”
“Of course. It’s the coolest thing anyone has ever given me.”
“I drew it in like five minutes,” she says as she runs her fingers along the edge of the frame. “If I’d known you were going to put it up on your wall I might have spent a little more time on it.”
“It’s perfect.” She’s perfect.
She shakes her head and turns in a circle to take in the entire room. Besides the bed, I got a nightstand, a dresser, and a mirror that hangs over it. The saleslady said it all went together. I didn’t think I cared much about the room, but now seeing her approval makes me glad I did.
“I thought you were picking out a bed for the spare room.” She faces me, hands going to her hips.
“I did that too. Moved my old bed frame into the spare, got a couple of nightstands and a lamp.”
“I hope you don’t expect me to sleep in there.”
“Hell no. You belong in here.”
She leans up on her toes to kiss me. Noise in the hallway interrupts us.
“Sorry,” Tripp says, covering his eyes, but then peeks through them. “I’m going to do a beer run. You need anything?”
“Stay. We’ll go,” I tell him.
“You sure? I’ve got a whole list.”
“Yeah. Text it to me.”
“Cool.” He raps his knuckles against the doorframe.
“What if I want to stay?” London asks when he’s gone.
“Nope.” I scoop her up and put her on my shoulder, stopping only to grab my keys on the way out. “You’re coming with me, sweetheart.”
The drive is nice. I’m not really in the mood to party and I like having London all to myself. We go to the liquor mart and I grab a cart.
I hand her my phone. “Read it off to me.”
