21
Charlie
“Shhhh,” I tell Larkin, letting her in the front door. I close the door softly behind her. “Sarah just went down for a nap. We’ll have to be quick.”
“Doesn’t she usually nap for at least an hour?” she says, giving me a curious look. I take a step back, noticing her soft-looking magenta dress. I’m just dressed in my usual black, but Larkin looks f*****g spectacular.
Who am I kidding? She always looks spectacular.
I bite my lower lip and touch the dress. It is indeed as soft as it looks.
“Yeah, but I don’t see how we are going to fit two sessions into an hours, let alone the three that I have planned out in my head,” I explain. She grins.
“We’ll see.”
Larkin stands on her tiptoes to kiss me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I pick her up by the waist, carrying her backwar
