Page 31 of Wrapped in Winter
January: It’s how many I finished on my own because of your virgin stamina.
Me: I think I’m in love
Me: GIF of a cougar
“Do you think Party House is ready for us?”
She gives me a tentative look as she climbs into my truck. I want nothing more than to meet her at the door, kiss her, hold her, then walk her to my truck and help her in, giving her apat on the ass as we go. But I know doing things on her own is important to her. Right down to opening a car door, I know to let her do it.
For now.
But that’s going to come to a quick end.
“I hope you’re going to behave. I don’t need to be kicked out before I get what I need for tomorrow.”
I chuckle. “I won’t get us kicked out.”
She clicks her seatbelt into place, and I throw the truck in reverse, pulling out of her driveway. The snow is coming down again, but it’s light and the roads are still nice and clear.
“So what’s the theme for tomorrow?”
She glances at me. “What do you know about theme parties?”
“I went to college. Every party has a theme.”
“Oh? I bet it was a toga night every night.”
“If you want to see me wrapped in your sheets, all you need to do is ask. Really, babe, these innuendos are getting old.”
She huffs a laugh. “I’m surprised you’re being as patient as you are.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, our first night was very … hectic?”
“Hectic?!” I laugh out loud at her word choice.
“I just mean, that need was intense.”
“It’s called passion, January. And we have it. Our bodies knew it before our minds did.”
“It’s never happened to me before.” She almost whispers it and my chest puffs. I love when she gives me these pieces of herself.
I pull into the parking lot of Party House and throw the truck in park, turning off the engine and shifting around toward her. “Then I’m honored it happened with me.”
“If I forget to tell you later,” she takes a breath, “thank you for coming with me tonight. I’ve done this trip alone for the lastthree years. It feels kind of nice to share it with someone else you know?”
I grab her hand and give it a squeeze. “Do me a favor and stay right where you are.”
She furrows her brows, but I jump out of the truck, round the front, and come to her door. Opening it, I step onto the running board, lean in, and undo her belt. She never takes her eyes off me, and when I remain standing on the board, she laughs. “What are you doing?”
I peck her on the lips. Then do it again. And she giggles. “Drak–”
“I want you to feel that way. It means so much to hear you say it. I want to share it all with you, and I want you towantto share it with me. Let me. It starts right here. Let me help you from this truck.” I step down onto the asphalt and put my hand out. She bites on her bottom lip before placing her hand in mine and stepping out. I don’t move back, allowing not a single inch of space between us, and wrap my arms around her. “Thank you.”
“I don't know what to say.”
“Tell me what you feel.”