Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Plus, us getting a free batch each season for the next couple of decades makes the whole sale a little sweeter.
Post a somewhat chaste kiss, Gillybean giggles. “Would it be weird if we made one more cup of coffee in that before we hit the road?”
I let my eyes briefly meet hers prior to letting them fall to the last object we need to pack, the coffeemaker I can hardly still believe works after so many years. “Nah. I think that would be pretty good Verve treatment.”
A fake gasp escaping my fiancée causes her muscles to clamp down around my softening cock in such a way it threatens to stir it back up for an encore. “Did you just make a song reference post the 2000s?!”
“No, Slayer, I did not.” Gingerly sliding myself out and back into my jeans is effortless. “’Bitter Sweet Symphony’ – which mos’ people don’t realize was more than jus’ a tiny sample of The Rolling Stones ‘The Last Time’ – was released in ’97.” Reaching for a nearby, clean dish towel occurs next. “Ya know.” I turn the faucet on to warm water. “Same year Third Eye Blind made the insanely catchy ‘Semi-Charmed Life’.”
She waits until I’ve hummed a couple notes of the song to good-naturedly groan, “Ughhhhhh…those notes always get stuck in my head!”
“I can play ‘em really well on the kazoo.”
“Of course you can,” Gillybean snickers while waiting for me to gently clean up the mess I’ve made.
And it’s one mess I never get enough of seeing.
Or really makin’.
Now that we’ve officially moved in together – something that happened the instant we made it back to Dalvegan – figuring out when to do the dirty tango is a lot less difficult, although the teen does make getting creative still fairly necessary.
But a little less than before.
His continued strive for independence – his own friends, his own interests, his own sport – provides quite the apple in that aspect.
Getting her house sold is next on the never-ending list of things to do now that we’re officially wrapped up with Grams – who I know is watchin’ over us with Gramps and Mom.
I appreesh that my Slayer didn’t rush to get that done.
That she didn’t add additional stress to still fragile ice.
That she let me play lead and sang backup so to speak.
I always strive to do the same for her.
I always will.
Whether that’s expanding her practice – something she might consider next year once she gets her schedule back on track – or speaking at sexual harassment seminars to other hockey teams – on behalf of the league’s determination to do better in that regard – or simply trusting Bronny to drive himself to school in his new, used car – now that he officially has his license – I am happy to go with her flow rather than having her have to go with mine.
Is it easy?
Typically.
I love that she has her voice, that she uses her voice, that when anyone comes for it, she stands taller now.
Doesn’t mute herself.
Or try to lie first.
Would I have preferred that pigeon who I laid out get more than a minor league suspension, a fine, and sexual harassment rehabilitation classes?
Yes.
Except it wasn’t about me.
It wasn’t about what I wanted – especially since no charges were filed in my direction.
It wasn’t about what I thought was best.
And I got that.
Mil on the other hand?
He’s still struggling to understand that concept as well as letting her speak for herself.
It’s an ongoing process, a lot like repairing the fractured trust that came from hiding the topic of us.
But similar to everything else in life – including the harder miles in our own relationship – it’ll get better with pracky.
And it’ll be worth the work.
It certainly is to me.
Because at the end of all, that’s what makes the tuneskie Gillybean and I make together so much sweeter than anything else out there.