Until December (Until Her/Him #8)(36)

“The kid with all the gadgets was my favorite.” Mitchell grins. “But my favorite part was when they sent that girl’s jacket up to those jerks.”

“I like that part too,” December agrees. “But I love when Chunk gets caught by the Fratellis and they interrogate him, and he tells them about puking at the movies.”

“Yeah, that was funny,” Max says, and Mitchell and I both laugh. “Do you know any other old movies like that one?”

“Have you seen Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead?” she asks, and the boys shake their heads. “What about Adventures in Babysitting?” They shake their heads again. “Okay, what about Back to the Future, The Gremlins, or Beetlejuice?”

“We might be here all night if you keep naming movies, babe,” I say, and she turns to frown at me, making me want to kiss the adorable annoyed look off her face.

“Those are some of the best movies of all time. How have they not seen them?”

My lips twitch. “The best movies of all time?”

“Uh… yeah. Back to the Future is iconic.”

“Can we watch that one now?” Max asks, and I look at the clock then him.

“Sorry, kid. It’s time for you and your brother to get showered and into bed.”

“Ugh,” he groans, flopping back against the couch. “I wish I could do homeschool.”

“You’d still have to go to bed at nine and be up early.”

“Okay then, I wish I was an adult,” he counters, and December laughs softly.

“Come on, dude.” Mitchell gets up off the couch and tugs Max up with him. “Night, Dad. Night, December.”

“Yeah… night.” Max pouts.

“Good night, guys,” December says, laughing.

“I’ll be in to check on you in a few,” I tell them, and they both nod before heading down the hall.

Once they are gone, December turns to look at me. “You have great kids.”

“Yeah.” I touch the side of her face and her eyes warm. “Tonight, wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No, it was actually really nice. Thank you for inviting me over.” She starts to get up.

Not wanting her to leave, I capture her thigh with my hand to keep her in place. “Stay the night with me,” I say quietly, and her eyes widen.

“What?”

“Stay the night,” I repeat then lean forward, brushing my lips across hers.

She shakes her head then looks past my shoulder and down the hall. “I can’t. We…. The boys—”

I cut her off, “They’re going to bed. They won’t even know you’re here.”

“I have work tomorrow,” she whispers, and I can tell by the look in her eyes she’s torn.

“I’ll wake you up early so you can go home in time to get ready for work,” I assure her.

“I don’t think…. I mean, I don’t even have pajamas or my toothbrush.”

“You can borrow a T-shirt from me, and I’m sure I have an extra toothbrush. If not, you can use mine.”

“Use your toothbrush?” Her nose scrunches.

“I’ve had my tongue in your mouth,” I remind her with a grin. “I’m not going to take no for an answer. You might as well just agree to stay.”

“You’re very persistent,” she murmurs, and I squeeze her thigh, which causes her pupils to dilate. “Okay.”

“Okay? You’ll stay?”

“Yes, but I… I don’t want the boys to know. I don’t want them to get the wrong idea.”

“What idea would that be?”

“I don’t know, but it’s not seemly for me to be staying the night with you, especially with your boys here.”

“Seemly?” I chuckle, and her eyes narrow. “Don’t be pissed that I’m laughing, babe. No one uses the word seemly.”

“Obviously, they do, since it’s included in the dictionary, honey.”

Fuck, but I kinda like her calling me honey. “Okay, no one under the age of ninety uses the word then.”

“You’re very annoying.”

“Yeah, and you’re seriously fucking adorable.” I lean in and kiss the tip of her nose then move back. “I’m gonna get the kitchen cleaned up. Feel free to watch what you want.” I pick up the remote and hand it to her.

“I can help.” She starts to stand when I do.

“You can.” I hold her back with my hand on her shoulder. “But you’re not going to. Hang here and watch TV. After the boys go to bed, we’ll do the same.”

“If you’re forcing me to sit here, can I at least get my Kindle from my purse so I can read?”

“I’ll get it for you.” I go to the kitchen and grab her bag.

After I take it to her, I go back to the kitchen and put away the leftover pizza then shove the plates and bowls we used for the cupcakes and ice cream into the dishwasher. I start to wipe down the counters and glance into the living room, feeling the space where my heart is twitch. Seeing her comfortable, tucked into the corner of the couch with her shoes off, her feet on the cushion, and her legs tucked close to her chest, while her Kindle propped up on her knees.