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“Damn, I missed finding these all over my place.” I smirk. “Do I get to keep this one?”
“Sure. Are you going to hang it in our bathroom?” She grins.
She’s talking about my parent’s bathroom. Dad bought Mom’s dream house before they started dating. He asked Mom to help decorate and paint. When they painted the master bedroom, it somehow turned into a disaster. They both got covered in paint and she had to borrow some clothes. He took her paint-soaked bra and hung it like an art piece in his bathroom. To this day it’s still there and I don’t think that will ever change.
“I’d love nothing more than to hang your lacy bras all over my house,” I growl.
I move quickly and lunge for her. Macy lets out a shriek as I loop my arms around her waist and drag her onto the bed with me.
She giggles as I lay on my side and pull her back against my chest. She reaches for the blanket, but she can't get out of my grasp. She has to use her feet to pull it up high enough to grab it with her hands.
I take pity on her and help her spread it across us. I know she likes to be warm when she’s sleeping and I want her to be as comfortable as possible. If she is, maybe I can make this a normal occurrence over the next month.
“I love you,” I whisper as I slip my hand under the hem of her shirt and rest my palm on her stomach.
“I love you too.” She kisses my forearm she’s laying on and snuggles a little closer.
I swear, if I get to keep her like this all night, I’ll sleep better than I have in a long time. Nothing’s better than being wrapped up with the woman you love.
When my alarm goes off in the morning, we’re no longer laying on our sides. Macy has her head on my chest with her arm thrown over my stomach and her leg draped over my thigh. She’s as close to me as she can possibly be without laying on top of me.
“No,” she groans, burying her head in my armpit.
“You can sleep a little longer if you want to. I can wake you up when we have ten minutes to go.”
“No, you’re so warm and comfy. I don’t want you to get up.” She tries to hold onto me with her leg and arm, but we both know she won't be able to hold me down if I really want to get up.
“I know, but if we’re both late for work, we’ll never hear the end of it.” I press a kiss to her head before slipping out from under her. She groans the entire time and at one point it sounds more like an angry growl.
I chuckle and ignore her. She’s never been a morning person, I don’t expect her to change any time soon.
She’ll wake up ten minutes before we need to leave and look more amazing than any woman I know. She’ll look like she spent hours getting ready instead of minutes. I’m not sure how she does it, but she’s always pulled it off in the past.
I move around as quietly as I can as I get ready. The last thing I want to do is wake her up again. I want to get the coffee started and make some breakfast before I wake her up.
As soon as I'm dressed with coffee made, I scoop some yogurt into a bowl and top it with a bunch of fresh fruit. She loves to eat this for breakfast. I never ate yogurt until after we broke up and sometimes, I swear I do it because it destroyed me going grocery shopping and not buying her favorite yogurt. It’s why I have fresh fruit all the time too.
It takes me almost five minutes to get her out of bed. She glared at me the entire time and called me a few choice words, but I didn’t care one bit. I had a smile on my face the whole time. I missed this more than I'm willing to admit.
When she finally stumbles into the kitchen, she sees the coffee and yogurt. She freezes, lifting her gaze to meet mine and her eyes soften.
“Cord… You remembered.” She closes the distance between us and wraps her arms around my waist.
“Of course I remembered. Eat fast. We only have a few minutes before we need to head to your place.” I nudge her to take a seat. I'm happy to stand here and watch her as I sip my coffee. I already had my breakfast and I'm ready to get to work.
Once Macy’s finished, we climb into my car and she gives me directions to get to her place. She still lived with her brother and sister-in-law when we dated, so I'm completely clueless on where she lives now. I'm happy to get a glimpse at grown up Macy’s life.
I follow her into her apartment building and grimace at the awful smell. She can't be happy here. Macy’s always been very particular about the way my house smelled. I can't imagine she likes this.
She unlocks her door and steps inside. The smell gets slightly better, but I'm not sure you can cover that stench from the hallway no matter what you do.
Her apartment is tiny. There’s a small living room and an even smaller kitchen. She has a table that can't fit more than two people at it pushed against the wall in what I assume is supposed to be her dining room. She heads down the short hallway and I follow her, curious about what the rest of the place looks like.
There’s a bathroom the size of a closet and her bedroom is barely big enough to fit her bed. How the hell does she live like this?
Sometimes I forget Macy doesn’t come from money. The entire time I’ve dated her, she lived with her brother and sister-in-law. Miranda came from a wealthy family. They weren’t skilled at showing love to their children, but they’d throw enough money at them to keep them from complaining. I guess Miranda had enough to lead a comfortable life and give that to Liam and Macy too.
Liam and Miranda ended up becoming doctors and they’re living a very comfortable life now. But I didn’t think about how Macy would be living.
