especially considering how much I was beginning to fall in love with Riley.
“I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stuck with my best friend, but seeing Riley makes me reconsider that decision,” she sighed, sitting him up in her lap and patting his back a little until he released a deep belch, “Especially knowing how much help Fish probably needs considering how much he works and everything.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I settled for placing Riley in his high chair with some cheerios for entertainment while we enjoyed our dinner.
Riley was fussy that night when I tried to put him to sleep in his playpen, so I opted for keeping him in bed with me even though I knew Fisher didn’t exactly approve. He was releasing tiny baby snores while making sucking motions with his lips when I was shocked out of sleep by the slight creak of my bedroom door opening. There, framed in the light streaming in from my living room, was the tall and muscular form of Fisher.
“Did I wake you up?” he whispered, making his way to the opposite side of my bed while I watched. Something about the way he moved combined with his welcome presence in my bedroom was sending shocks across my skin. “Sorry about that, usually I just grab him from the living room and we go back across the hall,” he sat on the edge of my bed and ran his hand across his son’s mussed black hair.
“I thought it was Rose coming in here to get him,” my voice was crackly from sleep.
“You sound beautiful when you just wake up,” Fisher kicked off his shoes and propped himself up on his elbow, looking past the baby and into my eyes.
“You’re a liar,” I laughed out, lightly punching him in his shoulder.
He caught my hand before I could pull it back to my body and kissed it across the knuckles, “Really? I’m a liar?” his voice was thick with humor and flirtation, “Would you believe me if I told you you’re the prettiest neighbor I’ve ever had?”
“Nope,” I laughed again as he loosened my fist and pressed a soft kiss to my palm.
“Too bad,” he started to play with my fingers, weaving them with his then unraveling the pair, “It’s true you know,” he whispered a little more intimately before expertly reaching across the bed and lifting me over the sleeping baby to lay flush against him, our chests touching.
“Fisher,” I wasn’t sure if I was asking him to kiss me or release me, but he obliged neither request, instead he stared into my eyes, heated breaths passing between us.
My entire body tingled with anticipation, lust, and something else I could only define as the electric current that always spread across my skin when Fisher touched me.
Several minutes later he spoke, “Can you do me a favor Piper?”
“That depends on what it is,” I joked, I knew I would do pretty much anything he asked.
He laughed before rolling us so we were on our sides and wrapping his body around mine, so I was sandwiched between Riley and him.
“Can we just lay like this?” he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling my neck, “I haven’t had someone in my arms like this in over a year and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have in my arms right now.”
“Liar,” I whispered, snuggling closer to his body warmth.
The laughter he produced as a response lulled me to sleep.
Singer in a Smoky Room
The mattress shifted below my body and I shivered a little against the rush of cool air dancing across my back. My eyelids lifted slightly and I watched Fisher lift his son from my mattress.
“Sneaking out?” I whispered, my voice a little rusty from sleep.
“I have work,” he shrugged, seeming a little uncomfortable.
“At,” I glanced at my alarm clock, “four AM on a Saturday?”
“Yeah, well I have work at five thirty, but I have to get this guy changed, fed, and ready for Rose to watch him today,” he shifted Riley on his shoulder, the baby’s fists grabbing at his t-shirt.
“I can take care of that if
“I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stuck with my best friend, but seeing Riley makes me reconsider that decision,” she sighed, sitting him up in her lap and patting his back a little until he released a deep belch, “Especially knowing how much help Fish probably needs considering how much he works and everything.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I settled for placing Riley in his high chair with some cheerios for entertainment while we enjoyed our dinner.
Riley was fussy that night when I tried to put him to sleep in his playpen, so I opted for keeping him in bed with me even though I knew Fisher didn’t exactly approve. He was releasing tiny baby snores while making sucking motions with his lips when I was shocked out of sleep by the slight creak of my bedroom door opening. There, framed in the light streaming in from my living room, was the tall and muscular form of Fisher.
“Did I wake you up?” he whispered, making his way to the opposite side of my bed while I watched. Something about the way he moved combined with his welcome presence in my bedroom was sending shocks across my skin. “Sorry about that, usually I just grab him from the living room and we go back across the hall,” he sat on the edge of my bed and ran his hand across his son’s mussed black hair.
“I thought it was Rose coming in here to get him,” my voice was crackly from sleep.
“You sound beautiful when you just wake up,” Fisher kicked off his shoes and propped himself up on his elbow, looking past the baby and into my eyes.
“You’re a liar,” I laughed out, lightly punching him in his shoulder.
He caught my hand before I could pull it back to my body and kissed it across the knuckles, “Really? I’m a liar?” his voice was thick with humor and flirtation, “Would you believe me if I told you you’re the prettiest neighbor I’ve ever had?”
“Nope,” I laughed again as he loosened my fist and pressed a soft kiss to my palm.
“Too bad,” he started to play with my fingers, weaving them with his then unraveling the pair, “It’s true you know,” he whispered a little more intimately before expertly reaching across the bed and lifting me over the sleeping baby to lay flush against him, our chests touching.
“Fisher,” I wasn’t sure if I was asking him to kiss me or release me, but he obliged neither request, instead he stared into my eyes, heated breaths passing between us.
My entire body tingled with anticipation, lust, and something else I could only define as the electric current that always spread across my skin when Fisher touched me.
Several minutes later he spoke, “Can you do me a favor Piper?”
“That depends on what it is,” I joked, I knew I would do pretty much anything he asked.
He laughed before rolling us so we were on our sides and wrapping his body around mine, so I was sandwiched between Riley and him.
“Can we just lay like this?” he whispered into my ear, his breath tickling my neck, “I haven’t had someone in my arms like this in over a year and I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have in my arms right now.”
“Liar,” I whispered, snuggling closer to his body warmth.
The laughter he produced as a response lulled me to sleep.
Singer in a Smoky Room
The mattress shifted below my body and I shivered a little against the rush of cool air dancing across my back. My eyelids lifted slightly and I watched Fisher lift his son from my mattress.
“Sneaking out?” I whispered, my voice a little rusty from sleep.
“I have work,” he shrugged, seeming a little uncomfortable.
“At,” I glanced at my alarm clock, “four AM on a Saturday?”
“Yeah, well I have work at five thirty, but I have to get this guy changed, fed, and ready for Rose to watch him today,” he shifted Riley on his shoulder, the baby’s fists grabbing at his t-shirt.
“I can take care of that if
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