“You slept with half the town on that mattress.” The light in her eyes dims a little. I can’t change my past, but I can shape the future.
"I'll buy a new one. And a new bedframe. And a couch. We can gut the whole place if you want to." I take a step toward her.
“And new sheets?” She looks at me from under her lashes.
"Especially them." I nod a few times like a dummy toy.
“And a new dresser?” She narrows her eyes.
“Yes. Two dressers.” Another tiny step.
“Why two dressers?” A line forms between her eyebrows.
“Because one will be filled with all the sexy lingerie I’ve bought for you.” I wink at her.
“Oh.” Her mouth opens a little, and I can see the tip of her pink tongue. “You bought me underwear?”
"Yes, I did. I ruined some, remember?" I've bought her half the damn stores in Maine. I'll buy her more if she wants me to. I'll get her the fuckin' moon if it makes her happy.
"Yeah, I do." She nods a few times, not comprehending what's happening. I understand: I had months to get myself ready for the big move, live with the idea, and wait for her to come home so my dream could come true, and for her, it's been ten minutes.
Alright, I decide to give her five more minutes before I throw her over my shoulder and carry her sexy ass to her new home. "But what about my trailer? I'm not leaving it here." She looks around apologetically, as if the trailer can hear her.
"Pff," I roll my eyes. "I'd never leave the place I popped my woman's cherry here in the wild. It'sourplace. I don’t want anyone to ruin it.”
"You're so crude," her cheeks pinken even more, but she glances towards where we had sex for the first time, and she bites her lower lip. Oh, she remembers, alright, and she loves me being dirty, I know.
“That’s right, I am.” Another step places me right in front of me. “I’ve missed you, Kayla.” I push a strand of her hair behind her ear. Today, she’s got dark blue in. I think it means she’s sad. “I’ve missed you so much.”
"I've missed you, too." She puts her hands on my chest and lifts her face to mine, whispering, "And I've missed your inches." Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
A familiar, sharp jealousy pinches my chest. “How many other inches have you had in Boston?” I ask. It was the question that had been bothering me. I’m scared to hear the answer, but I still need to know. I just have to. I’m a masochist like that.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her eyes narrow, and a small smirk dances on her lips.
"Kayla," I growl as I wrap an arm behind her lower back and pull her to me. Her body becomes flush with mine, and I instantly sing a victory song. Shefits.
“We-e-e-ell,” She singsongs and taps her finger on her chin. “Let me think.” I’m getting myself ready for a horror story. My body goes rigid, and she laughs. “Relax, Jus, you’re so wound up.”
“Kayla.” My voice drops lower, and she laughs.
“No one, Justin. And even though I don’t owe you an explanation, there was no one since you.”
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and move my hand lower to cover her pussy. "This all is mine. From now on, I don't want to have to ask that question ever again. You are mine. Do you understand?" Even though my words sound confident, I'm anything but. I know Kayla, and I know she's been on her own for a long time. She isn't used to answering to anyone, but I can't do half-measures with her. I want her fully and utterlymine.
I see a storm brewing behind her narrowed eyes; she opens her delicious mouth to rip me a new one, but she surprises me. Of course, she does. “If I’m yours, you are mine. You got it?”
A warm sensation blooms in my chest, and I nod. “Got it, ma’am.”
Her mouth thins as she continues. “I’m not joking.”
"Neither am I." I feel my face stretch in a wide smile. She doesn't know about the ring I got for her the day I left Boston. It has a giant ruby in it, matching the stripes in her hair when she's in her feistiest mood, my favorite one. I got it because I knew if it wouldn't be her, it wouldn't be anyone else. I'd die a bachelor with blisters. I don't understand why Alex is waiting for so long to propose to Freya—everyone knows they're perfect for each other. When you know she's the one, you know. I know, and I'm confident in my decision, but I won't ask just yet. I'll give her time to adjust to me always being around. I've never known myself to be such a possessive fucker, but I've never wanted anyone like I want her.
“You can move your hand now.” She lifts her eyebrows.
"Alright." I bite my lip and move my hand up her body to the zipper on her pants and unbutton it. Her eyes go round.
“What are you doing?”
