That came too with deciding what happened next.
That part was where I was at. I was finally ready to do more with my life.
Anya grabbed some more sweets and beamed from ear to ear just as we heard the door downstairs open.
That would be the amazing man of mine. It was eight and he was here just as he promised. He was like clockwork and as reliable as the sun.
My stomach still did that little flutter when I knew I was going to see him.
In the mornings though, when I woke up in his arms, it was more of a tingle that flushed over my whole being.
“You should see your face.” Anya giggled getting up.
Heat crept into my cheeks. “I’m just happy to see him.”
“I can see that.”
Xander appeared at the door looking as handsome as ever. The sight of him brought an instant smile to my face.
“Girls, everything okay here?” he asked grinning back at me.
“You know it is.” Anya beamed then waved her hand at him. “I will see you guys later.”
She bent down to give me a hug then sauntered away with a bounce in her step.
As she walked out Xander approached me and I stood when he got up to me, falling into his embrace. I loved resting my head on his wide powerful chest.
I lifted my head though so I could kiss him.
“How’s my girl?”
“She’s good now that her man is home.” I loved saying that. The house had instantly felt like a home when he moved in. Then our place in Italy felt like where my heart wanted to be when we were there together.
I tried to figure out the distinction then I realized there wasn’t one. It was him.
That was the answer.
Home was where ever he was.
“How’s my man?” I asked kissing the edge of his cheek.
“Finally ready to get life on track with his girl.”
I liked the sound of that. I knew it meant more though since he’d seen Jack and Wes today. For this whole time he’d been with me supporting me and hadn’t done much for himself.
We lived together here, we had a home in Italy, and we were planning to go there in a few weeks so that I could continue my studies. That was as much as I knew in regards to us. Except that was all about me.
He pulled me into his lap as he sat on the chair and slipped his arm around my waist.
His expression looked like he had much to tell.
“I’m telling you this because I’ve thought about a lot and decided what I want to do,” he began.
“It sounds all secret.” I smiled.
“It’s supposed to be, but I won’t keep secrets from you. SMF want me back. They asked me to come back over a month ago and gave me time to think about it.”
I gasped. “Xander, over a month?”
