“Is that still a problem?”
I don’t want to talk about Hayden or my past, but I know that I owe her the truth. “I think I’ve got Hayden off my back. She’s unpredictable, so I can’t say for sure, but I was pretty persuasive that I would make things very difficult for her if she continued to harass me. And of course, I threatened to ruin her if she came anywhere near you.”
“It’s a little embarrassing how glad that makes me,” she says.
"Why?"
“Because it’s one of those protective things that men say, and the feminist in me says I don’t need a man to protect me. The hopeless romantic in me likes it.”
I slide my hands down to her ass, grabbing each cheek. “What else do you like?”
“I like pancakes and syrup.”
Immediately the memory of the breakfast we had where I covered every inch of her in syrup and licked every inch of it off, comes back to me.
“Perhaps sometime we could try chocolate syrup.”
She lets out a little moan. “Oliver?”
"Yes, Charlotte?”
“Is it time for the makeup sex yet?"
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I carry her to her bedroom. “It’s past time, honey.”
When I get to her room, I toss her on her bed and crawl over her with every intention to make love to her in a way that lets her know that I will always be hers.