“As long as it’s comfortable, I’m fine with it.”
“Even if I pick out floral patterns?”
“Even then.”
“What about birds. I like the idea of birds on cushions.”
“Wouldn’t bother me.”
“Ladybugs,” I tried.
He grasped the back of my neck. “No white. That’s the only stipulation.”
“Why no white?”
Slash paused. “Gets dirty easily.”
My cheeks heated. “Slash!”
“I didn’t mean it that way, though now that you mention it—definitelyno white.”
I saw an L-shaped gray couch with big cushions and immediately trekked over to it and plopped down. I snuggled deep into the pillows and sighed.
“Found something you like already?” he asked in amusement, taking a seat next to me. He leaned back and patted his thigh.
“What?” I asked.
“Put your head here, stretch out.”
“Why?”
“Trust me.”
I turned my body and went supine, resting my head on his leg. He placed his hand on my neck and began to rub circles on my skin with his thumb.
If I were a cat I’d be purring.
“Yeah, I think this is the couch,” he said with a chuckle.
“Works for me.”
He continued to rub me. “Bedroom furniture next.”
“Yep.”
I still didn’t move.
“You gotta get up, babe.”
“I’m too comfortable.” With a sigh, I sat up. “You good with the matching coffee table and stuff?”
“Yup.”
“Awesome. That was painless.”
“One room down.”
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