moment. When she fell asleep during the last ten minutes of the movie, I carried her to bed and tucked her in, placing her favorite teddy bear next to her. Now to pick up our mess. I smiled knowing it was our mess and this was our place. I threw the pizza box in the garbage and left the dishes by the sink. No one would get mad at me for leaving them out. I looked back at the garbage and took out the pizza box and set it on the counter. There . No one would hit me for leaving a mess. I left the blankets on the couch in a crumpled mess. No one would wake me in the middle of the night and make me fold them. I turned off the lights and went to my room, feeling stronger than I ever remembered feeling. I was in charge of my own life.
I was preparing to place my phone on the charger, when I noticed a missed text message. It was from Buck. Smiling, I opened it. He must have texted me an hour ago.
Buck: Hope you are enjoying your new place
I quickly responded: Yes I love it!! Thank you for all your help!
Within a couple seconds I received another text: Anytime. Can I ask a question?
Me: Of course
Buck: Did you have a nice time last night?
Me: Yes
Buck: Am I moving too fast?
Me: No
Buck: Can I come and visit you and Maggie at your new place?
Me: Yes
Buck: Good. Did you like the feel of my lips on you?
Umm, yes!
Me: Yes. Very much, you?
Buck: More than you will know. One more question, did I make your panties wet like Annie said?
Oh. My. God! I had completely forgotten she said that. Crap. Did I tell him the truth or just not respond? My lips begged to have him kiss them again.
Buck: I will take your silence as a yes. Goodnight Claire. Sweet dreams!
I fell back onto the pillow and closed my eyes. My body was flushed with need. It had been so long since I felt this. I turned off the lamp, a smile playing on my lips. My first night in my new place.Life was looking up Maggie and I would be just fine, and if that included Buck in our life, I would take it. Maggie already adored him, and he was kind of like a part of Annie's family. So he was a part of mine and Maggie's now, too.
Chapter 11
Claire
The next few weeks flew by leading up to Christmas Eve. Sadly, except for a few visits to Bookworm, I did not see Buck much during those weeks, although we always ended up texting each other every night. Annie and Matt were having a Christmas Eve get together at their home, and as soon as I closed the bookstore, I was going over. I looked forward to spending the night with family. I hadn't seen Mel and her family since Thanksgiving. She and her husband, Josh, had stopped over earlier that morning to pick up Maggie. They had three boys under the age of ten: Luke, Logan, and Landon. They were quite a handful, so I always understood her lack of time when it came to the sisters hanging out. I had my gifts all ready and wrapped. I just had to stop at home and grab the dessert I’d made. It was close to closing when Buck strode in. I regretted not reapplying lip gloss, but tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and walked to the front of the store to meet him. He eyed me hungrily as I approached, and I felt my cheeks burn.
"You look beautiful tonight, Claire," he chuckled.
I looked down at my black fitted sweater and black boots that came up to my knees over my skinny jeans. I’d spiraled curled my hair that morning and put it in a high ponytail from which strands were now escaping. I had even put Maggie in a matching outfit and put her hair up in a high ponytail. I could only imagine Maggie’s hair was falling out by now. But with her curls it looked adorable.
"Thank you. You are looking pretty good yourself." I smiled and made a how of looking him up and down. He was wearing jeans that hugged his body perfectly, a button down white shirt that wasn't tucked in and a leather jacket. "What are you doing here Buck? I was about to close."
"Annie invited me and asked if I would pick you up. She said I would need to hold onto a
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