I'm not kidding. She made me a list.
As I dipped a potato chip into the big silver bowl of melted white chocolate, I looked out to the front of the store and smiled. Gavin was lying on his stomach by the windows coloring a picture. When I walked out there a little while ago, he covered it up and told me I wasn't allowed to see it. I held the chip above the bowl to let the excess chocolate drip off and then set it down on the sheet of wax paper next to me just as I heard the door connecting mine and Liz’s store open.
"You can just turn right back around and go back to your side. For the last time, I am not going to tell you on a scale of one to “holy shit” how good my orgasm was last night with the butterfly vibrator."
"Well that sucks. Can I at least watch next time?"
My head jerked up and my mouth hung open at the sound of Carters baritone voice.
Why the fuck am I always talking out of my ass around him? And why the hell is he standing there looking so God dammed hot that I want to mount his face.
"Um, you're dripping," he said.
"I know," I muttered, staring at his lips.
He laughed and I blinked myself back to reality as he pointed at the bowl.
"I meant the bowl is tipped. The chocolate is dripping out."
My head flew down and I muttered profanities as I righted the bowl and used my fingers to wipe the drips off of the lip of the bowl and the counter.
Carter walked over to stand next to me and just like our last few encounters, his close proximity forced my pulse into overdrive.
"I’m sorry I snuck up on you like that. Liz caught me as I was getting out of my car and dragged me into her side so she could hand me my ass,” he explained as I concentrated on wiping up the chocolate and tried to ignore the heat from his body. “I hope you don't mind me dropping by like this. I feel like such a dick that it's taken me this long to talk to you"
I stood there like an idiot, trying not to touch anything since my fingers were full of chocolate. I turned my head to the side and found his face inches from my own. I saw the sincerity in his eyes, and I knew I could never be mad at him about this.
"It's okay, believe me. I've had a lot of time to get used to the idea. I'm sorry that it was sprung on you like that out of the blue. I swear that I fully intended to tell you. I don't want you to think I intentionally kept this from you. I planned on telling you from the start. I was just trying to figure out how. And then it all blew up before I could do anything about it," I explained.
I realized right then that I didn't want him to be mad at me. I wanted more than anything for him to be able to handle this and to stick around. Spending the last week going to bed without hearing his voice was sad and depressing. Having him here right now made me realize just how much I missed him.
"We have a lot of things to talk about I guess. You have no idea how many questions are swirling around in my head right now," he said.
I nodded my head and before I could say anything, he changed the subject.
"But for right now, I am in a kitchen with a beautiful woman who has melted chocolate all over her fingers," he said with a smirk.
Before I could grab a towel, he reached over and wrapped his hand around one of my wrists and pulled my hand towards him. I held my breath as he opened his mouth and slid my chocolate coated index finger into his mouth. The pad of my finger slid along the roughness of his tongue as he sucked all of the chocolate off while he slowly pulled my finger back out through his warm, wet lips.
Check please!
"Mommy, I finished coloring my picture!"
The excited yell and pounding footsteps of Gavin as he barreled into the kitchen doused a bucket of cold water all over my vagina. For once, I was glad I had a built-in cock-blocker in the form of a four-year-old. I was one more finger suck away from dropping Carter down on the floor and showing him that I was quite bendy.
Quickly wiping my hands on the apron I wore, I turned away from Carter and bent down to my son's level.
"Can I see your picture now?"
Gavin held it tight to his chest and shook his head no.
"Sorry, Mommy. I maded this picture for the little maggot," he said earnestly.
I heard Carter laugh behind me.
"Um, did you say 'little maggot'?" I asked.
"Yup," he said, popping the 'p'.
"Do I even want to know who you're talking about?"
Gavin pointed behind me to Carter.
"Him. Papa called him dat the day we met him."
I groaned in embarrassment. One of these days my father was going to have to realize that Gavin is a parrot.
"I don't like your name. It's weird. And you don't look so little to me," Gavin said to Carter. "But I still drewed you a picture."
He reached around me and handed the paper to Carter. I took a quick glance at it and realized it was a picture of a big stick figure being punched in the junk by a little stick figure.