Muffin Top by Evie Mitchell

Author:Evie Mitchell [Mitchell, Evie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thunder Thighs Publishing

5

Tristan

Touching Honey had been a religious experience. If she were the goddess, I was her loyal subject, willing to worship at her feet for all time.

Did that make me sound like a pussy? Probably. Did I fucking care? Not a gods damned iota. My woman was all curves and charisma wrapped in a beautiful, loving bow. It might seem fast, but I wanted to put a ring on her finger, a baby in her belly, and a hickey on her neck. I wanted to mark her as mine.

How does she feel about tattoos?

I shook off the thought, fighting the darker side of my personality. I'd kept that motherfucker locked down for years. Oh, sure, he won occasionally and I had a feeling Honey wouldn't mind my kind of dark. That she'd taste sweeter after being ordered around.

"I'm the third on the left."

I followed her direction and parked in her driveway, absently scoping the neighbourhood. The newer development sat on the edge of town. Not a bad area, mostly filled with people who commuted to the city daily. Professionals looking for cheap housing who’d spend their weekdays in the city and their weekends partying down at the docks.

I didn't have any issues with the out-of-towners. They were happy enough to spend money in our town, supporting the local economy. It just sucked that their presence was driving up the cost of living. I'd moved back and invested a large chunk of my savings in buying a home. I knew I wasn't leaving now I was back, not with Mum still desperate for assistance and my brother only just off to college.

Ten years separated Wolf and me. I loved my brother, he was a good son, an awesome brother, and a great friend, but, I had to admit, a lousy boyfriend. I'd heard all about the trail of broken hearts he'd left behind.

Shaking off all thoughts of my brother and his potential love life dramas, we exited the car and walked up to her entry. Honey paused at her door, a little frown marring her brow.

"Look, it's a little intense inside. Just—don’t judge." She worried her bottom lip.

"What, you leave your laundry out?" I joked, resting a hand on her lower back.

"Not quite."

She pushed open the door to reveal what I can only describe as a Halloween-themed fantasy house. A larger and more detailed version of Honey’s new window display.

Leaves and branches, lights and costumes decorated every wall, surface, and floor. Her hall had tiny pumpkins strung from the ceiling. An electronic owl carrying a message flapped his little wings in the middle of the display.

As she led me through the house, music began to play softly in the background. In her living room, two broomsticks circled the floor.

"Roombas," Honey admitted with a flush. "I may have gone overboard this year. Pinterest is a dangerous site for me."

I wasn’t even sure how to describe this level of creativity, still trying to take everything in.

There were hidden ghosts and ghouls, spider webs and fluttering leaves, cauldrons and sweet-smelling candles just waiting to be lit.

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