Chapter Sixty-Five
Lincoln
Hayley Atwell—oof.
oofThis little domestic moment with Michaela? A dream.
A dreamSome people sat in total silence to watch TV or movies and it was uncomfortable, but not her. I loved learning what story parts made her laugh, gasp, or chew on her thumb. During commercial breaks, I resumed massaging her feet and ankles, mellowing her out.
Note: Michaela + foot rubs = a less argumentative girlfriend.
Note: Michaela + foot rubs = a less argumentative girlfriendOr whatever she’d let me call her.
I tucked that revelation into my mental back pocket.
At the end of the episode, she sat up and patted my knee. “Thank you.” A sleepy murmur. When she leaned in to peck my cheek, I turned to make it a kiss.
Her lips felt so perfect, here and elsewhere.
She moaned into
