Molly started to pull us back toward the house and our pace had to quicken; she was ready for bed and was gosh-darn going to let us know it.
“Yeah, yeah. Well, I saw the draft. I know what a coveted player you are.”
A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, I guess.” He shrugged, opening my front door.
I filled Molly’s food and water bowls and poured two glasses of wine. “Staying for a drink?” I asked as Bo slid onto the couch and flicked on the TV.
He flashed me his killer smile, nodding as he grabbed the glass of pinot from my hand.
Curling my legs under me, I leaned into Bo’s shoulder. “Does this feel at all weird to you?”
He kissed the top of my head. “If completely natural is weird, then this is a fucking freak show.”
I felt him take in a deep breath and sigh.
“What is it?” I shifted so I could face him on the couch and muted the sitcom that was droning in the background.
He grabbed my hand, staring at our interlocked fingers. “I just feel like I wasted so much time without you, and here is my second chance and all I can think of is all the ways I can screw it up again.”
I pulled his chin up to make him look at me. “Let’s slow down here a minute. Two days ago we were living in different worlds; let’s just enjoy this time a little before we start sabotaging what we have. That was our downfall before.”
His lips brushed against mine. “Sounds perfect.”