Chapter 18. Lusty Sleepover

Dale

"I like Gina, she's nice. And she can surely blush when she saw your painting. You're very good by the way, I never knew I looked that good in your eyes." I teased her, I couldn't help feeling the warmth in my insides after seeing her painting.

I could feel the passion in each of her strokes, you could see how the balance of colors mixed beautifully in the canvas. She was truly good in her talent, I wonder why she wasn't famous yet.

We were lounging in front of the TV after tucking Mable in for her night sleep, she wanted both of us that night so all three of us huddled in her tiny bed. The little princess giggled as we playfully squeezed her trying to fit into the bed. But she was quiet when Amanda started reading her favorite book, I was mesmerized by her voice and let the feeling of an unfamiliarity sip inside my chest.

Is this it? After all these years?

She was wrapping her arm around my stomach and slipping her hand under