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or four then!" I say.Knowing Ris, she will have to stop many times to pee and buy snacks, so it will take her a little longer. Plus, she's not the greatest with direction even when she has a GPS right in front of her.
"I can't wait to meet your sexy tattooed guy. Have you fucked him yet?" she chuckles.
"Shut up. We're, well, he's taking his time," I reply.
I don't have a better answer. He is taking his time, and it's driving me insane. Although I do have to say the boy has some serious self-control. I, on the other hand, do not.
"What fucking guy takes his time? He must like you if he has not fucked you by now," she states.
"We were pretty hot and heavy this morning in my kitchen," I say before she interrupts me.
"Wait. What? In your kitchen? Girl, did he sleepover at your place?" she asks.
I go into detail and tell her about yesterday, last night, and this morning. She yells at me for stopping what could have been great sex in her words on the kitchen counter. I continue to tell her about Bridget and how she came to the shop. She reassures me that Luke likes me and that she will know for sure after meeting him because she thinks she can read people. She knows how to calm me and make me understand. She is my voice of reason. If she can greenlight Luke, that's all the assurance I need.
Ris changes the subject to talking about herself, which is the norm for her. She tells me about what she is planning to wear tomorrow and some of the outfits and swimsuits she packed before we end our call.
"See your bitch ass tomorrow. Love you! Mwah." Ris mumbles.
"Love you too. Text me before you leave," I reply.
Chapter Twenty-Six
I dig through my closet to find a bag; I do not want to dump my clothes out of my suitcase and lug that thing around. I finally find one and a pair of my old flip flops. I wonder if I still have clothes at the cabin, not even sure if they'd still fit me. I grab a few t-shirts, tank tops, shorts, sweatshirts, and a pair of jeans.
I dig through my dresser for some cute pajamas. I am sure I will end up wearing shorts and a tank top to bed, but you never know. I head to the closet by the bathroom and grab a couple of beach towels. Then, back to my room to grab my dirty laundry.
I should probably wash some of my bras and panties since I'm almost out of clean ones. I hope Ris brings my orange suit as it's my favorite, and it does make my chest look good. I grab my laundry basket and make my way to the basement. I start a load of clothes in the washer and check the dryer.
A load of my dad's clothes is in here. I stare at them for a moment, then pull them out, put them into my empty basket, and head upstairs. I put the basket down in the living room and flick on the TV. I graze through the fridge for something to eat, but nothing looks appetizing. Maybe, dinner with Luke would have been better. I should have taken him up on his offer.
I check in the freezer and see a box of pizza rolls; I haven't had pizza rolls in forever. I look in the fridge to make sure there is Western dressing to dip them in. I place them on a baking sheet and slide them into the oven after the preheat timer chimes.
I start to fold my dad's clothes from the dryer. What am I going to do with all his clothes? He won't be wearing any of them ever again. I can feel the tears well up in the corner of my eyes. He's gone, but everything belonging to him is still here and will continue to remind me of him. I miss him so much.
A knock at the door breaks my sadness. I wipe my eyes with my shirt and make my way to the door. I look out the window and see Luke's truck. What is he doing here? I am surprised but glad to see him; he will distract me from missing my dad.
I open the door.
"Hi!" I say, smiling.
"Hey, I thought maybe you'd want some ice-cream?" he says with a perked brow
I give him a "what the hell do you think" look while he stands in my doorway holding a quart of chocolate ice cream. Come on, what woman says no to ice cream
"Ice-cream is good. I never say no to ice cream," I giggle.
Luke laughs and comes into the house. We walk into the kitchen, and I grab some bowls from the cabinet.
"We can share," he says while putting one of the bowls back.
"Fewer dishes to do later," he smirks.
The oven dings, and I grab a hot pad to pull the pizza rolls out then place them on top of the oven to cool.
"Pizza rolls, hey," Luke giggles.
"What's wrong with pizza rolls?" I ask, looking at him funny.
"Nothing. I love pizza rolls. Those guys and chocolate ice cream are the perfect combo!" he laughs.
"Shut up!" I say, then nudge him.
He lunges toward me, and I take off running. He chases me into the living room then back into the kitchen. I run back out in the living room; he catches me and tackles me to the floor. I try to wiggle free, but I can't, then he starts to tickle me, and I squirm even more.
He stops and stares at me, then pushes my hair out of my face before leaning down toward my face. I am flat on my back, and he spreads my legs apart and slides himself in between my thighs then holds himself up by his forearms. He gently brushes his thumb across my cheek as he looks deep into my eyes. I