Moving Arliss into my cabin, into my life, was easier than breathing. Days pass quickly, and I have to admit I’m so damn happy I’m smiling all the time.
Like an idiot.
But so what?
She’s just amazing. And the way she communicates?
Sublimely honest and open.
No tension.
No arguments.
Just her scent filling my home, her laugh echoing off the walls, her things tucked next to mine like they’d always belonged there.
We get along so well.
Even have the same taste in TV shows and music.
Hell, the woman is a vegetarian. Can you believe that?
She makes a mean tofu and jalapeno stir fry, and she even enjoyed my frozen yogurt parfaits.
Who says peanut butter doesn’t belong in yogurt?
Losers. That’s who.
It’s only been a week, but fuck if I’m not already completely gone for her.
More now than the first time I laid eyes on her at the rodeo. Back then she was flushed and fuming, with her curves poured into jeans that made my brain shut off.
Now I get all of her.