I was an eternal fucking idiot.
Instead, I shushed her gently and spun her around so I could help her wash her hair. “Think the kids will sleep okay here?”
“Yeah, they love it here. They’re probably passed out already but they’ll be crazy in the morning, just watch. They kept saying how much nicer your TV is so they’ll be up early raiding your kitchen and watching it.”
The thought made my chest ache in a good way as I carefully rinsed the shampoo for her. “I hope so. Do you love it here?”
“I do. I’m comfortable here. I’d be comfortable anywhere with you.” She sounded nervous as she spoke, and part of me wondered if that was her way of telling me she’d go with me back to Brisley if I asked — but I was too much of a fucking chicken to go there yet.
The history of her rejecting me was a little too strong, even though I’d been asking questions she couldn’t say yes to.
“Good. I want you to be comfy, baby. Now hush and let me clean you so I can use your ass as a pillow. We’re both exhausted, and if you’re right about the kids, we’re about to have a very early morning. We should sleep while we can.”
“You’re right, but first blowjob, then sleep.”
I kissed her shoulder, then sighed like that wasn’t the greatest idea I’d ever heard. “You drive a hard bargain, y’know that? But fine. Blow job and then sleep.”