LEO
Sol didn’t need to be all dressed up or show an indecent amount of skin to attract attention. After I let myself selfishly catalog every inch of her simple cami and plaid pants pajamas, I found it particularly difficult to focus on the remainder of my task. It was so hard not to yank her off the porch, hold her in my arms, and never let go.
Our game was drawing nearer and nearer to its conclusion, whether or not she was ready for it.
By midday, I had finished everything. Sol had sturdy new steps climbing to her porch and a simple handrail on one side. The new wood didn’t match the worn, chipped paint of the existing porch, but that was another project for another day. If I had my way, we would be looking for a place together soon anyway.
As I loaded the last of the tools into th
