Her lips curved into a soft smile and she slid a hand up and around to cup his jaw and again run her thumb over his stubble.

“So, you got the groceries, that leaves only laundry.” Her smile grew. “In other words, a lazy day.” She moved her hand down, gliding her thumb over his jaw before it went down again to the side of his neck and she stroked his throat, telling him, “I haven’t had one of those in a long time.”

“Then we’ll be lazy,” he whispered.

She kept smiling even as she lifted her head and brushed her mouth against his.

She rested back on the bed and kept stroking, trailing her thumb up his throat and back to his jaw.

“You sleep good?” he asked.

“Awesome,” she answered.

That time, he smiled.

Then he said, “Gotta take care a’ this condom and get my girl some coffee.”

“That’d be good,” she replied.

He bent in and returned the lip brush before deciding it wasn’t enough. Tangling his fingers into the side of her hair, he slanted his head and took her mouth in a slow, wet kiss.

She gave back what she got.

He broke the kiss, knifed out of bed, his arm wrapped around her to take her with him. She went straight for her nightshirt as he bent to nab her panties, holding up his jeans. Her shirt was falling over her hips when he handed her the panties, bent in to take another taste of her mouth then whispered, “Meet you in the kitchen.”

“Okay, sweetheart.”

He grinned.

She grinned back.

He walked to the bathroom, took care of business, and joined his girl in the kitchen.

* * *

That night, Joker sat across from Carissa in a booth at Dairy Queen.

They’d gone there for more than just Blizzards. He’d bought her chicken strips and fries, himself a burger and onion rings. They’d eaten them, shooting the shit, the mood mellow and easy.

Then he’d gone back to the counter to get them their Blizzards.

For both of them, it was Reece’s Pieces and Cups, and she’d been right all those years ago. It was the best.

He swallowed a spoonful and looked to her to see her eyes to the side, the Blizzard cup held up, her spoon empty and forgotten in her fingers, her thoughts a mile away.

“Butterfly.”

Her head jolted and she looked to him.

“Hey,” she said softly.

Fuck, he felt that in his dick.

“Hey,” he replied and tilted his head. “You’re a million miles away.”

“No, just eight years.”

“What?” he asked.

That was when she landed the blow, giving him more pain he didn’t mind feeling.

“Waited eight years to sit and have a Blizzard with you, Carson.”

He felt his throat start burning.

“I’m glad you cut your hair,” she said, her voice quiet, her eyes on him steady, her intent was to say something with them and more than just her words. “I liked it before but it looks really good now.”