Missy POV“What are you doing?” Adrian is staring up at me like a deer caught in headlights, then he grumbles, “Oh, now you wake up.”Of course, I woke up. I thought I was having a dream of someone tickling me all over. My feet, my stomach, my butt. I didn’t expect to open my eyes and see Adrian writing all over me with a marker. “What are you writing on me?” I sat up slightly, looking down at my body. Adrian still has the sharpie pressed to my breast. “Property of Adrian?” my voice rose as my sleepy mind finally comprehended what he was doing. “How old are you?”Adrian pouts, the stupid marker is still pressed against my breast and the way his eyes are flickering down to it, I know he is debating on trying to finish what he started before I blew up on him. “You better not. Why on earth are you writing your name all over me?”“That’s what you do when you don’t want anyone else to steal what’s yours,” he muses, the tip of the marker bleeding out on my skin, the coolness of it makin
Adrian scarfed down most of the biscuits and then went off to the bathroom to get ready first while I worked on cleaning up our breakfast mess and folding the clothes he washed. I contemplate putting his clothes in my room, but decide to just leave them on the couch in a neat pile so he can take them out to his car later. His moaning and groaning in the shower leads me to believe that he’s having a harder time getting the marker off his face than I did to mine. He came out in just a towel after a few minutes, a deep scowl on his goofy-looking face. “How the heck did you get this shit off?” The marks are rubbed red and raw, but still very much in place. I giggle at his frustration. “Here, come on. I’ll do it.” I grabbed his hand and led him back into the bathroom, grabbed the make-up removing wipes, and the baby oil, set him on the closed toilet and got to work ridding him of my artwork. He gets a little handsy while I work, but I try my best to ignore him. Adrian undoes my bathro
Adrian POVMissy’s attitude this morning while she was drinking her coffee, moving around her kitchen, keeps coming to mind as I drive home from her house. Maybe it’s my own anxiety making me feel uneasy about something that isn’t there, but it almost looked like Missy was uncomfortable with me this morning. Like she felt out of place talking to me about keeping clothes at her house. It made me so happy to hear her ask that; to know she was open to sharing her home and her drawer space with me. I don’t know how staying over at her place will work once Hailey lives with me, but I’m glad she is thinking about the long term just like I am. Eventually, I hope the three of us will live together. If Missy is willing to let me stay over every night, surely she is thinking the same. I have so many anxieties about Hailey and the adoption right now. I just have two more days and it should be final, and I keep waiting for Monica to do something to fuck everything up. She wouldn’t go back on h
Missy POVI wore the dress I wore last Sunday, pairing it with a jean jacket and some booties. I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I feel like this outfit is good for anything except maybe a high-class, 5 star restaurant, and I doubt we are going to find one of those in our small town. Excitement is beating in my chest. I love staying at home with Adrian, but the change of going out is making me giddy. I thought he was trying to avoid others seeing us together, so rumors didn’t get back to Monica. Brittany told me that she was a piece of work and how she would react if she knew Adrian was moving on with me. It’s one thing to flirt with me in front of the men he works with in my own home, it’s another thing entirely to take me out where Lauren or anyone else still communicating with Adrian’s ex can see us together, then spread the news to her directly. I don’t feel so much like a hidden girlfriend or third wheel with him willing to take me out on an actual date. I don’t want to g
The next morning, I got up early to feed the kitten and let her loose before deciding to crawl back in bed with Adrian, and press snooze for the day. His workers are done since my roof is finished, and we were out late last night, only getting back around midnight. ‘Easy access’ BBQ attire led to wandering hands, which led to wandering mouths, then eventually making love under the stars. It wasn’t rough and dirty like he seemed to usually like it. It was slow, caring, and he catered to me completely. I truly felt adored and cherished the whole time. Slipping back in bed, I snuggle up next to Adrian, and he groggily opens his arms and tucks me into his side, kissing my head. We slept for a few more hours in total contentment. I’m soaking up every bit of this time with Adrian. I’m still unsure of how things will be after tomorrow when Hailey moves in with him. I have a spare bedroom. Maybe I can convert that into a room for her to use. If she had a bedroom over here, they could both
Adrian POV“What do you mean you’re coming over tonight?” I just about fell off the roof when Monica called to tell me that. I had to tell her to wait a sec while I climbed down so I didn’t risk my life during this frustrating phone call. I thought the bitch was calling to ask about tomorrow morning, or to let Hailey talk to me. I never thought she was calling while she was in the process of packing a bag to spend the night at my house. “Just what I said. I’m coming over tonight and staying at your house. It will make tomorrow a lot easier for me. Today was my last day at work, so I thought we could all spend tonight and tomorrow together one last time. For Hailey.”Shit. Shit, shit, shit. How the hell am I going to tolerate being around the bitch for that long? How am I going to explain this to Missy?“Monica, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Hailey, of course, can spend the night, but can’t you sleep over at your dad’s?”She huffs loudly, clearly not liking the suggestion. “Uh,
Missy POV“Everything okay?” I asked as we walked towards the house together.“Everything is fine, but, uh, I might not be about to spend the night tonight like I’d planned.”I furrow my brows at his worried expression. “Oh, well, that’s okay. You have a big day tomorrow. You must have a lot to get ready for tonight.”He laughs without any humor, “You could say that.”His response leaves me confused, but I don’t want to press him. If he wants to talk about whatever is bothering him to me, he will. We walk together into my kitchen and he sets my bag down on the table. I guess I can put away the food I bought for dinner. I’ll just bake myself a baked potato tonight and we can eat the rest of the food later this weekend, I’m sure. Maybe I can get a few more steaks and bring them to his house for Sunday dinner. “I, uh, have to get my stuff loaded up and then I’ll come back in to tell you bye.”I nod and offer him a small smile, but my heart isn’t really in it. I know something is bugging
Adrian POV“And I have no right to be upset, I suppose. It’s not like we are more than sex partners right now anyway. My opinion doesn’t matter, Adrian, so just do what you have to do.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Does Missy really just see us that way? Sex partners? Like, friends with benefits? What the fuck? I’m thinking about marrying her, but she just sees us as sex friends? Is that all she wanted from me?No. I can’t believe that. She was a fucking virgin before me. And just this morning she was talking about Hailey having her own room here. She wouldn’t offer something like that if all she saw me as was a sex friend. She isn't the type of girl to have a sex friend. She’s just mad. I can’t blame her, since I would be pissed too if the roles were reversed, but the way she called us just sex partners has anger burning in my chest. Fuck being sex partners. I could have that with any woman. I wanted to be with Missy for the long haul, and when she talks like that, it so