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arch above him when a knock on my front door pulled me away from peeling potatoes in my kitchen.
    “Coming,” I yelled, putting down the peeler in my hand and drying my fingers before crossing my living room and opening the front door.
    I expected to find Rose on the other side, ready to pick-up Riley and tell me about the moon for that evening, but I was pleasantly surprised. When my door opened, I found Puck standing in the doorway wearing a pair of loose jeans and a bright red t-shirt. His usually curly brown hair was flat on top like he’d been wearing a hat, but it was an endearing look on him. I felt a smile tug at my lips as he ran his eyes over the pajama pants and fitted t-shirt I’d slipped into after work as if they were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
    Before I could ask why he was visiting my apartment so suddenly, he placed a work roughened hand on each of my cheeks and pulled my lips up to his in a claiming kiss that set my skin on fire. His lips bruised mine, massaging and prying until I allowed his tongue access. One hand wrapped in my hair while the other traced a path down my back and grasped my behind, pulling my body closer to his and making his excitement apparent.
    Riley’s cry in the background pulled me from the kiss and urged me across the room to hold the squalling bundle to my chest. 
    “I didn’t realize we had company,” Puck stepped inside and pulled the door closed behind him, running his fingers through the flat hair on the top of his head as he eyed Riley warily.
    “We were equally surprised to see you,” I smiled, letting him know it was a joke, as Riley quieted, “What brings you here anyway?”
    “I missed you today on the site,” he shrugged, his cheeks coloring slightly.
    “You can’t miss me, you don’t know me,” I waited for him to agree or disagree, but when no response came I added, “Site? What site?”
    “I work in construction,” he stepped closer to touch a strand of hair his fingers had pulled from the messy bun I wore.
    Puck’s fingers on my hair reminded me of his heated kiss, sending a deep blush to my cheeks. I placed a calm Riley back on his play mat, gently tugging my hair from his fingers and giving me the perfect distraction from the burning memory of his lips on mine.
    I wasn’t surprised to hear he worked in construction, his broad shoulders and generally beefy appearance suggested daily strenuous physical activity without maintaining a gym regimen.  My eyes naturally scanned his arms, focusing on the bulge of his muscles where the sleeves of his t-shirt fit snugly. My fingers itched to trace the lines of his perfect muscles, both the ones I could see and the ones I would have to remove his shirt to discover.
    “Are you making dinner?” Puck asked, distracting me from drinking in his body. He wore an amused grin that suggested he knew exactly what I’d been thinking about moments before.
    “Yeah,” I shook the thought of Puck shirtless from my mind and gestured toward the kitchen, “I was just working on some chicken and mashed potatoes.”
    “Chicken and mashed potatoes are my favorite,” the crooked grin on his face suggested I could have told him I was making dirt and he would have claimed it was his favorite.
    Puck followed me into the kitchen and watched me peel potatoes, telling me about growing up in Dunesville as I prepared our meal. He made me laugh with stories of the trouble he and Rick used to cause and made my skin burn with the seductive touches and kisses he placed on my body as he told his stories. I fed and bathed Riley while the chicken baked and put him to bed before we sat down to eat. Puck found excuses to touch me while we washed dishes and seemed reluctant to leave when I reminded him that I had work in the morning.
    “You’re special Piper,” Puck whispered, cupping my cheek in his hand and ducking his head to kiss my lips firmly. We were standing in the threshold of my open front door and I was trying to