Pitcher by Marie Kristy

Author:Marie, Kristy [Marie, Kristy]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: A Commander in Briefs Prequel Novella
Publisher: Kristy Marie Books LLC
Published: 2019-06-17T16:00:00+00:00

I’ve calmed down and put my crushed heart back where it belongs.

In my hollow chest.

“Do you want bacon?” I call out to a shirtless Theo who is lounging on the sofa, scrolling through the movie options.

“We live in the south,” he says with a horrified face. “We always have bacon.”

I figured, but you never know. Most days we go healthy. When we don’t, we always run it off.

“You don’t have to be a smart-ass,” I return with a frown.

Okay, so I’m still a little sensitive. Let’s blame it on my period.

“Hurry up, McCallister, so I can hug your emotional ass.”

His smile is what causes the flutters to tickle my insides.

But rather than let him know how excited I am for him to “hug my emotional ass,” I flip him off.

He chuckles, unaffected, and goes back to the TV.

Finally, the food is ready. I load up one plate for us to share and shoo him over so I can sit beside him.

“Mmm…,” he groans longingly. “I don’t know if I’m going to miss you or these pancakes.”

He just has to keep reminding me of our expiration date.

A day when years’ worth of friendship will be reduced to keeping in touch on social media.

I don’t feel hungry anymore.

Theo, unbeknownst to my change in mood, proceeds to devour most of the food. I just hand it over so he can shovel it in without worrying about spilling syrup on me.

“You don’t want any?” he asks with a mouthful of pancakes.

I shake my head. “Did you find anything for us to watch?”

He eyes me curiously and sets the plate down on the coffee table.

I watch him watching me, both of us quiet and dissecting.

Finally, he sighs long and pained before pulling me down on top of him, allowing me to burrow into the crook of his arm. My breath fans across his nipple, and I see chills break out along his chest.

“Are you cold?”

His scolding stare says all it needs to.

Someone else in this house is sensitive.

Ignoring my grin, he snatches the throw blanket off the back of the sofa and covers up his chest, almost smothering me in the process.

I chuckle, perking up tremendously.

But then he turns on a recorded baseball game of our favorite team, and I decide not to be sad that we won’t be able to do this much longer and, instead, enjoy today.

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