Written in the Scars(101)

“Baked chicken and pasta. Maybe an angel food cake.”

I look over my shoulder to see Ty beaming at me. He takes my hand in his and strokes my knuckles with the pad of his thumb.

“Awesome!” Dustin grins and closes the door behind him. His footsteps beat down the hall again and he leaves, the door squeaking.

“Are you ever going to fix that door?” I ask.

“Nope.”

I look at him and make a face. “And why not?”

His cheeks flush just a bit, a shade most people wouldn’t notice, but I do.

“What’s that all about?” I ask, chuckling.

“Want the truth?”

“Absolutely.”

He shifts my weight on his knee and looks me in the face. “When I was trapped, I kept thinking about how I needed to be here to fix the door and the furnace and all the things you don’t know how to do. So now I don’t want to fix them because it reminds me of my job here, if that makes sense?’

I kiss his full lips. “It does. But you have lots of jobs here. Can you fix the back door?”

His lips press against mine again, his hands starting at my cheeks and skimming my neck, shoulders, until they land on the tops of my rounded breasts.

“I can think of another job I’d like to take care of around here, if you’re feeling like it.”

I look at his handsome face. “I’m always feeling like it.”

“Then let’s go.”