Wyatt walked into my house Friday night carrying more bags than any normal person could handle. “I didn’t want to make two trips,” he explained when I tried to take some of his stuff.
We set everything near the kitchen because I had no idea what it all was. Wyatt wrapped me up and kissed me before he explained.
Then I no longer cared. I just wanted him to kiss me again.
“I’m cooking you dinner. I figured since you had a rough day yesterday that staying in was a good idea. Is that okay with you?”
I nodded, touched that he was thinking of me. “Thank you. That sounds perfect.”
“Are Vicki and Hunter here?”
I shook my head. “They said they’re staying at his place tonight. They do most of the time.”
“Then I have a request.”
“What?”
“Go get comfortable.”
I laughed and did as he requeste
