Текст книги "More Than a Memory "

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“When you call me Edie. You’re the only person who I let call me that.”

Hearing that only I was allowed to call her by the nickname I gave her so many years ago did something to me. I liked knowing that I had a piece of her that no one else did.

She leaned forward and jerked the jar away from me and finished unscrewing the lid so she could plunge her finger inside. It came out completely covered in Nutella and she proceeded to seductively insert it into her mouth and slowly pull it out while sucking the creamy spread clean from her finger.

My chest was heaving and I parted her legs and stepped in between them as a growl erupted from my chest. Her sucking on her finger was my complete undoing. Enough of this, she was going to be mine.

She looked at me through her lashes while lifting the jar, offering some to me. After my hesitance, she coated her finger once again and offered that to me instead to lick clean. “Want some?” she asked, goading me, almost challenging me to take the bait. I didn’t know how she was remaining so cool and collected when earlier she was nervous as could be. My heart was beating erratically and if it could actually be heard it’d be as loud as a freight train traveling at its highest speed.

She still had her finger suspended in midair and I moved to take it between my parted lips but she pulled it back at the very last second. I grabbed her sides and began tickling her flesh right above her ribs.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it!!! You know I hate being tickled,” she warned, trying to feign a look of anger, but she couldn’t hold back her laughter. I abruptly stopped the assault on her sides and grabbed her hand, separating her clean fingers, bending them down and drawing her Nutella-covered finger towards my awaiting mouth.

Bringing the chocolate hazelnut spread into my parted lips, I took my time sucking the remnants clean off of her skin. The creamy chocolate and nutty hazelnut mixed with the sweetness of Eden’s skin was the absolute last straw. I had gotten a sample but I was ready for the main course.

I lowered her hand back down to her side and fiddled with the hem of her tank top, inching my hands underneath and teasing her exposed skin. I felt the telltale sign of goose bumps forming on her stomach against my fingers.

She crossed her arms, gripping the end of her shirt and whipping the entire thing off over her head in one swift motion. I guess my teasing was her undoing. “Impatient much? I was rather enjoying myself,” I teased.

Brushing her fingers down the length of my face, she cupped my cheeks and jerked my face towards hers so that we were only millimeters apart, her warm breath caressing my skin, as her innocent doe eyes peered into mine, “Just shut up and kiss me, please,” she begged and pleaded right before she crashed her lips to mine.

My hand found my way in through the bottom opening of her shorts again as I repeated the action from earlier in the evening and graced the lips of her pussy with my fingertips. She squirmed her ass against the countertop as I sank two fingers into her up to my knuckles. Just being in her bra, with her lip pulled in between her teeth and resting back against her hands, she wasn’t shy in the least, taking from me what she wanted. She rocked against my hand, mirroring my speed, drawing nearer to the crescendo of her release. She let out a hearty moan as she tipped over the edge into another orgasm.

I scooped my arms up under her ass, pulling her against me, so she had no other choice but to lock her legs around my back. As I lifted her up off the counter a moan escaped her mouth as she ran her tongue along my jawline up to my ear.

A sudden thought went through my mind, if this had occurred fifteen years prior, who knew if Eden would’ve reacted so boldly, especially the way she dug her heels into my ass as I walked blindly to my bedroom.

I sat her on the edge of my bed and kneeled on the floor in front of her so I could unclasp and discard her bra. I tried not to focus all of my attention on her naked torso but seeing her in that position just for me for the first time had my mouth going dry and all of my blood rushing south of my waistband. I couldn’t quite pinpoint an exact word to describe how she looked to me at that moment; having two orgasms within the span of an hour had made her face thoroughly flushed. She was intoxicating, spellbinding, and easily the most exquisite woman I’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.

The pause I took to openly take in her form must’ve come across as hesitation to her. Her smile faded, her expression worried, “What’s wrong?” She asked.

I gave her a delicate shove, pushing her back so she was lying on the bed with her feet still firmly planted on the floor. Bending over her prone form and taking a hand, I started on her cheek, caressing my fingertips down her neck, across her breasts, and ending at her navel before I looked back into her eyes. “Absolutely nothing, Eden. You are the epitome of perfection. May I see the rest of you?” A mild blush crept across her face as she nodded her head, approving my request to discard the rest of her clothing.

The snap to her shorts quickly gave way and with very little effort on my part, she shimmied out of her shorts and panties as I tugged them down and off of her legs. She instinctively parted her thighs open for me; the glistening of her arousal was extremely apparent, informing me that she was into this just as much as I was.

I pulled my polo shirt over my head, then made quick work of removing my jeans and boxer briefs, making my erection jut out at attention. Eden’s eyes quickly widened once I was free of all my clothing and it made my cock twitch as I took in her vulnerability.

“Scoot back further up the bed,” I said as I hovered over her on my hands and knees, following along in her movements as we shifted up towards the headboard. I didn’t quite make it up to her mouth because when I passed over her pert breasts with her erect nipples they were beckoning my attention. I took her nipple into my mouth, causing a gasp to break free from Eden’s mouth. I caught her completely off guard and just by the noises she was emanating, I anticipated doing more often. My advances were so well received by Eden and she was so utterly responsive to my touch. My erection was throbbing with need and all I wanted to do was sink deep into her pussy and take her as my own for the first time.

With restraint, I held back on my own needs to see to hers first. Eden was a woman who you cherished and savored your time with her slowly, which outweighed any need of my own. I trailed open mouthed kisses up her sternum to the juncture between her neck and shoulder and pulled away. Settling my weight on my forearms, I rested just above her and pressed a single kiss on the end of her nose.

She brought her hands up behind my back, dragging her fingers along my spine; her breathing was as heavily labored with anticipation as my own. Lifting up and grinding her pelvis into my cock wasn’t doing much for my restraint. My eyes began rolling back into my head and a deep guttural groan escaped from my chest just from the sheer friction of her movements. “I want you inside me, Baylor,” she panted.

I rested my forehead against hers, enjoying what was taking place down below. “I’m not done with you yet, though.”

Moving a hand off my back, she reached in between the two of us until she had my cock in her grasp. Apparently she was going to take what she wanted and I for one wasn’t going to complain. Just seeing her taking matters into her own hands, quite literally, had me wanting her even more. Eden had a dominating side, which I found highly erotic, and I wondered just how far she would go to get what she wanted. She directed my cock in between her parted lips, then gripped my ass, shoving myself down into her as she lifted her pelvis once more. The action impaled my dick into her a little more hastily than I would’ve initially done, but finally being in the depths of her pussy felt like absolute heaven. Her walls were tight and I was afraid of making the smallest of movements, because I didn’t want to hurt her and I certainly didn’t want this to end too soon.

She hooked her legs around my back and looked deep into my eyes, “Baylor, are you going to move or am I going to have to ride you?”

My cock twitched in response to her warning, saying ‘yes please’ on its own. I moved leisurely at my own pace, bringing my erection out and exposing it almost to the tip before shoving back into her, her moans getting louder with each thrust. She pushed a hand square in the middle of my chest, trying to get me to lift off of her.

“Lay down on your back,” she instructed, bringing a leg over my body so she could straddle me. She bent down and pressed her lips against mine, allowing her tongue to enter my mouth for just a second. All too quickly, she pulled away and grabbed ahold of my erection once again. “I’ve often found myself dreaming of doing just this to you while I was lying in my bed.” She lifted herself and guided my dick into her entrance once again, slowly seating herself until I was fully engulfed by her pussy. She began rocking on me while she palmed her breasts in her own hands. “I touched myself while envisioning I was with you.” She picked up her pace, rocking a bit faster, bouncing herself up and down on my shaft. Hearing her talk so boldly and openly made my release creep up faster than what I wanted.

She grabbed my hands, placing them on her breasts as she continued her quick movements.

“So fucking beautiful,” I bit out with a groan, trying my hardest to refrain from erupting too soon. Her hands came down onto my pecs as she began riding me even faster than before. I could feel her walls tightening and then beginning to pulse as she was so close to finding her own release. Her momentum was building and she threw her head back, screaming, “Baylor, oh, Baylor!” during her orgasm. I allowed my eyes to roll back into my head as the tightening of her walls pushed me over into my own release.

“Eden! So good,” I yelled just as I finished spilling my seed deep into her core. Moments later she collapsed on my heaving chest, a sheen of sweat covering her naked flesh. Feeling her heart beating rapidly against my own changed me inside. Life wasn’t going to be the same after the week was over and putting on a brave front for Norah was going to be harder than it had ever been before.  I was in too deep to pull back, but I could already feel my heart slowly breaking with her impending departure looming over my head.

Once our breathing returned to normal, she lifted up off of me but quickly curled into my side, pulling my thin sheet over the both of us in the process. Being with Eden was greater than my wildest dreams; I just couldn’t voice that observation at the moment as a lump was stuck in my throat. I wrapped my arm more tightly around her and began lightly running my fingertips up and down her arm.

As we reveled in each other’s embrace I further reiterated to myself that no, life definitely wouldn’t be the same after she left.

Chapter 10

Eden

Waking up in a warm, comfortable bed that was much bigger than my twin-sized at my parents’ house was amazing. What put the icing on top was that it was Baylor’s bed. I was in Baylor’s bed; I could have squealed with joy if it wouldn’t have made me seem like an over-enthused weirdo. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it, I…me…was in Baylor’s bed. I missed being surrounded by his warmth so I reached my arm to the side to try and reach for him and came up empty handed, all alone. Where was he? Just then a commotion came from down the hall; it sounded like the clattering of pans banging together. Men just didn’t know how to be completely quiet, but I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him making me breakfast.

I sat up in bed, and the sheet pooled around my hips, exposing my naked chest, so I had to quickly pull it back to cover up. Taking a second to scan the room to look for my tank top, I remembered that it was in the kitchen. So I rummaged through his closet, retrieving a navy blue plaid flannel shirt. Before I slid my arms through the sleeves I brought it up close to my nose and inhaled deeply, committing his scent to memory and reveling in how soft the material was.

If you would’ve said something to eighteen-year-old me about Baylor wearing plaid flannel shirts, instead of the jersey knit shorts and t-shirts he sported back then, I would’ve actually had the audacity to laugh in your face. But dressing crisp and clean cut actually worked on him; he looked amazing. I finished buttoning the bottom button and I turned to find my panties hanging from the mirror on his dresser and slipped them on underneath. Once I fully stood his shirt hit me almost to my knees; it was safe to say that he had some serious height on me.

Slowly tiptoeing in the hallway, I stopped at the corner of the kitchen and eavesdropped on the two sets of hushed voices and their conversation.

“Man, you’re really chipper this morning, did you finally get some?” One hushed voice said and I couldn’t be completely sure but it almost sounded like Baylor’s little brother, Bentley.

“Shh…Bentley, have some frigging respect, she’s still asleep in the other room,” Baylor chastised him, confirming my initial assumption.

“Who is it?” Some drawers were being opened and shut and I couldn’t quite hear what else was being said because of the ruckus. “It’s Maisie, isn’t it? She’s had her eye on you for a while now.” I freaking heard that, my head perked up and my eyes narrowed at the wall.

What was wrong with me? It wasn’t like I had a claim on him, I didn’t live here anymore.

“It’s not Tillie’s granddaughter,” Baylor bit out.

I was guessing that it was a good time to put Baylor’s brother out of his misery. I smoothed down my uncombed hair, tucking it behind my ears, wishing like hell that I had remembered to bring a ponytail holder. I rounded the corner and stared at the backs of Baylor and his brother, who if I already wasn’t aware they could definitely be construed as twins. “Ahem,” I cleared my voice and smiled at Baylor when he turned around to see me standing there. Then I looked to Bentley, who at one time in my life was like a younger brother to me and took in his aghast expression. Bet he wouldn’t have ever guessed it’d be me standing there in one of his brother’s shirts with nothing but panties on underneath…shit, I forgot.

Bentley almost craned his neck, “Eden?” he asked with blatant surprise in his voice.

He catapulted forward, grabbing onto my waist and spinning me around with my feet lifting off the linoleum floor. “Bentley!” I yelled as I smacked his shoulder trying to get him to set me back on solid ground. From my angle peering down into his face, he almost did look identical to his older brother. The only exception being Bentley still had a baby face and apparently muscles for days; I could feel the stacked ripples he had hiding underneath his shirt.

Baylor looked at Bentley with a rather stern expression then glanced at me with a wink. That look was all it took for him to lower me back down to my feet. I had to hurry and make sure Baylor’s shirt was still secured in place; luckily it hadn’t risen up exposing myself to his brother. That wouldn’t have gone over too well.

“How in the hell are ya? It’s been a good minute since we’ve seen you around these parts,” Bentley said in a southern gentlemanly tone.

“What is this, Mayberry?” I asked with a questioning look.

“Well I am the Sheriff in this town,” Bentley immediately retorted. It occurred to me that perhaps he’d been around the Sheriff a lot, if he’d been getting in as much trouble as Baylor had said.

“Right and I’m Nicki Minaj.” He bent over to look at my backside, which had me messing with the shirt again to make sure things were still indeed how they should be…covered.

He stood back up in front of me and shook his head, “Nah, not big enough.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to throw my head back and laugh, our playful banter and comradery hadn’t diminished an ounce over time.

“Don’t even get her started on her knowledge of songs. She probably knows the names AND release dates to every single song Nicki Minaj has on the radio.” Baylor stood back in front of the stove and flipped a pancake. I hadn’t even noticed him cooking before.

“You cook?” Leave it to Baylor to be the ultimate man’s man. He cooked, owned a beautiful house and was raising an amazing daughter, all on top of being a plumber so you know he was good with his hands. I considered myself pretty lucky to get to experience the different sides to Baylor that made him as incredible as he was.

“He cooks, he cleans, he’s even housebroken. Shit, the way Kristina was he had no other choice but to become domesticated,” Bentley countered with an amused expression turned angry. The more I heard about how awful Kristina was to Baylor and how she treated her precious daughter I couldn’t help but feel guilty. I know he adored Norah, it was written all over his face. Maybe if things had been different I would be lucky enough to be Norah’s mom. At least I would appreciate her and show her a true mother’s love.

“You aren’t even funny,” Baylor quipped, breaking me from my thoughts as he rested the spatula on the stove. He turned around and looked at his brother head on, “Will you take the calls this morning and I’ll be in this afternoon?”

I couldn’t stand by and let him think that he had to be around me all day; I certainly didn’t want to become a burden on him, “Baylor, this is your job, I’m not some lost puppy who doesn’t know how to entertain themselves. I was actually thinking about calling Dean to see if he wanted to grab some lunch.”

“Nah, Eden, it’s all right. Baylor needs a little time off and now that he has company to spend it with I’m all right with taking charge this morning.” Bentley looked to his older brother and pointed a finger into his chest, “But only this once. You owe me.” He turned to give me a wink before bending to place a soft kiss on my cheek as he left for work.

Baylor pointed towards the light oak table and told me to take a seat while he plated up the rest of the pancakes. He set a plate of steaming pancakes about ten high down in the middle of the table and they looked mouth-wateringly enticing. I hadn’t known until then how hungry I was, and who wouldn’t be after partaking in an abundance of extracurricular activities like we had the night before?

After putting two pancakes on my plate, Baylor came up beside me and placed a crisp piece of bacon on the side. “I’m sorry about Bentley, he still has a lot of growing up to do.”

“Please don’t apologize for your brother, I love his youthful playfulness. Sometimes it’s nice to stay young…” I drizzled some warm maple syrup over the stacked mounds and contemplated my next question…On one hand it really wasn’t any of my business, but the curiosity got the better of me. “Were you ok with me not being Maisie?”

His fork clattered against his ceramic plate. It appeared that I caught him off guard, he was mid-bite, his fork suspended in the air. “You heard that?” Definitely not the first thing that I was anticipating to come flying out of his mouth, as I’m sure my facial expression indicated. He leaned towards me grabbing ahold of one of my hands that were resting in my lap, “I want you to listen to me, Maisie is a young girl with a crush. But you, Eden, you are everything. Don’t ever try and belittle that. Bentley was just the same as me, we had lost hope on you ever coming back to Cottage Grove.” Well, he sure knew how to make a woman feel like a heel. I didn’t have much time to dwell on it before he quickly changed the subject. “So, did you sleep well?”

“I did, thank you. Much better than I anticipated, actually. You, sir, make a wonderful pillow and bed companion,” I said through a smile, receiving one in return.

“Is that right?” He leaned forward again, with my hand still enveloped by his, and gave me a brief kiss followed by, “mmm.” We were interrupted from whatever what would’ve occurred next by the text chime on my phone. “It’s actually gone off a few times this morning,” he said, glancing in the direction of the sound.

“Oh crap, I forgot to text Julia.” I scooted the chair back on his tiled floor and rushed over to my purse which was discarded sometime last night on the island. Returning to my seat, I dialed Julia’s number, put her on speaker phone and placed the phone on the table. I resumed trying to dig into my pancakes as I hadn’t been able to take a bite yet.

I didn’t have to wait long for Julia to answer the phone as she answered on the first ring, “You slept with him, didn’t you?” she immediately shouted into the phone, making me jump back in my seat at her tone of voice.

Clearing my throat, I gave Baylor a brief look before answering, “Good morning to you, too.”

“Don’t you dare try to dodge the question; you did it, didn’t you? I can hear it in your voice, you hussy!” My eyes went wide, but she didn’t stop there. “Actually, I’m pretty freaking proud of you. Way to end your dry spell with your first love.” My hands were covering my mouth by this point; I couldn’t believe what she was saying. Of course I couldn’t even get a word in edgewise, she kept cutting me off. “I would give you a standing ‘O’ if I could. Speaking of, you had an ‘O,’ right, well at least one? I mean with over fifteen years of pent up sexual tension it was bound to be pretty spectacular.” My face was beyond heated and I was sure it was about ten different shades of red. When I looked at Baylor, peeking from just one eye because I was embarrassed for my best friend, Baylor was silently laughing. And it wasn’t just a little laugh, it was one of those laughs where you couldn’t catch your breath so that’s why it was silent. I dropped my head in my hands and wished that the earth would swallow me up. I raised my head as she still continued on, “Why on earth are you so quiet, you’re normally pretty vocal.” Baylor perked up from his laugh and mouthed ‘oh yeah’ and winked. “Oh God, he didn’t have a little peen did he?”

“Would you shut up already?!” I screamed, leaning in closer towards where my phone was resting on the table.

“Why would you say that? I’m your best friend and you’ve kept me waiting on pins and needs all night. I want freaking details, woman!”

I had no words, I couldn’t physically form any type of response, not even a grunt could escape my mouth right then. So, Baylor chimed in, “Yes she slept with him and there were definitely multiple outstanding ‘O’s.’  I love that she is so vocal. Oh and the peen is nowhere near the little spectrum. Let’s see, did I cover everything?”

“Oh my God, swallow me whole! But I think you’ve stunned Jules into silence. Jules?” I said, truly impressed that he could make her speechless.

“Holy shit! I think I just fell in love. The timber in his voice is definitely swoon-worthy. Eden, you may have a little competition on your hands. I think I’ll be looking up those flights now,” she finally said in the most serious tone that I think I had ever heard come from her mouth.

“You are hilarious,” I mocked. “Remind me to never put you on speaker anymore. Now you’ve made my pancakes go cold, that’s right he cooks! Suck on that!” I hollered before hanging up on her. I didn’t even want to look at Baylor so I just profusely apologized, “I am so sorry.”

“I’m not. It was completely worth it to see you get so worked up and embarrassed. Your face is seriously the brightest shade of red that I’ve ever seen.”

Rolling my eyes, I got up to go reheat my pancakes in the microwave and completely ignored Baylor as I did so. On my way back to the table he tugged on the middle of his flannel shirt and pulled me onto his lap, my back flush against the edge of the table. “You look good in my shirt.” He pulled the collar away from my skin and peered down at my naked chest. “Of course, you look even better out of it.” Slowly he went down the row of buttons on the shirt and unfastened each of them until the shirt was hanging completely open and he proceeded to slide it down my arms and throw it to the side. His hands immediately covered my breasts as he palmed them both before lowering his mouth towards them, his eyes continuously focused on mine.

The minute his tongue caressed one of my nipples, my eyes rolled back into my head and I had to prop my elbows back on the table for leverage. “Oh Baylor, baby,” I moaned then rolled my bottom lip in between my teeth.

“You drive me absolutely crazy whenever you do that.” He released his hands, moved the forgotten breakfast dishes out of the way and rested his hands in the middle of my back so I could lower my arms and just melt into his embrace. This new position gave him the perfect opportunity to feast on my neck. He alternated between little playful nibbles and running his tongue over my earlobe all the way to the hollow base of my neck. One of my hands was shoved into his hair while the other was grasped around his forearm, my nails biting into his flesh.

I had never had a man so focused on foreplay and making sure that I got the attention that he deemed I deserved. It made me feel completely cherished and taken care of in the midst of his explorations of my body. His mouth left my skin and without delay he hoisted me up onto the table and laid me back so my bottom was flush with the edge. Baylor lifted himself out of the chair and paid special attention to my stomach, especially around my navel, and my upper thighs. While his mouth placed tiny kisses around my hipbone, his hands were simultaneously kneading my thighs, ascending the juncture where my legs met my pelvis, but wouldn’t cross over to the intimate location I was so desperate for him to go.

“You completely undo me, Eden. Never did I once think my dreams would ever come true, but here you are spread out just for me.” At long last he hooked his hands into my panties and dragged them clear off my body. He resumed his seat, scooting as close as humanly possible to the table and leaned back in the chair, grasping his chin with his thumb and forefinger and just stared.

He was still entirely clothed in a t-shirt and jersey knit shorts while I was as naked as the day I was born and spread completely out on display for him, awaiting his next precise, well-thought-out move. Normally I would’ve felt vulnerable for being so put on the spot, but the fire that was burning in his eyes showed me that he enjoyed all that he saw—the hunger and raw passion. It made me wonder what was taking him so long. I wiggled my ass as a little tease, hoping he would speed up whatever game he was playing.

Tilting my head to the side so I could look down at the end of the table a little more clearly, I spoke up, “I’ve almost come to the conclusion that you’re a sadist and get off on seeing me suffer.”

He leaned forward closer to my achingly wet core and blew a line of breath the short distance from my clit to the entrance to my pussy making me squirm even more. “Is that so?”

I bit my bottom lip again, and nodded my head. “When you bite that lip,” he grunted.

He finally descended his mouth to my center and rolled my clit into his mouth, sucking liberally. My hands gripped the edge of the table as he continued his feast on my core until I was at the cusp of orgasm. My breathing was heavy, but I still managed to groan in between pants, “I’m almost there. Don’t stop,” which further encouraged him, making his speed drastically increase. At the last second, he inserted two of his fingers into my pussy and that was all it took for me to explode in a thousand different directions as my orgasm took root. At one point I could’ve sworn that I literally had stars before my eyes.

Coming down from my orgasm high, I had no other choice but to lay limply on his table as I tried to regain my strength. That was where the sustenance from the pancakes would’ve come in handy.

After a few minutes of Baylor leaving numerous trails of kisses along my thighs, he offered me his outstretched arm. I grabbed ahold of his hand so he could help me sit upright on the table. “What is it with the kitchen?” I looked back around at the table where I was just lying and it was almost hard to wrap my head around having two of the most earth-shattering orgasms of my entire life in that very kitchen. Wow, I hope he disinfects.

“Aren’t kitchens used for eating?” He asked as he nipped at my earlobe before he bent down to retrieve my discarded shirt and hand it to me. “Sadly, that’s just a little prelude for what’s to come later on. I have to go into work; if I had known you were coming I would’ve arranged ahead of time to take off.” The rush of guilt he felt was apparent. He came forward to nuzzle my neck after I finished buttoning the rest of the buttons on his flannel shirt. Just during the short time that we’d been together he had never ceased to amaze me with how special he ultimately made me feel.

“Don’t worry about it, babe, like I said I was going to invite Dean for lunch anyway. Catch up with him a bit.”

He stood up so we were almost at eye level and even though he had a pout on his lips his eyes were green with envy. Oh my. I playfully slapped his shoulder, “Baylor Jenkins, are you jealous?” He ducked his head so I couldn’t look directly in his face, so I hopped up from the table and ran around in front of him. “You are totally jealous! He’s your best friend!”

Shrugging a shoulder, he tried to justify his reasoning, but came up short. “Excuse me for just wanting to keep you all to myself.”

I couldn’t help it; I threw my head back and laughed until there were tears freely flowing down my face. It startled me when Baylor wrapped an arm around my waist and brought his hand up to my exposed slender neck. Feeling his rough, overworked hands brushing against my smooth skin was like nothing I’d ever felt before and all playfulness was cast aside. I shouldn’t get used to that type of feeling. It would be over all too soon and I’d go back to being the boring non-cat lady from Nashville who worked wonky hours and went to bed super early like an old lady. But damn those hands…