“Well, seems like he would prefer to have us a few otherways.”
“Probably more than either of us canimagine.”
“Maybe a few we can try to imagine, minus him,” Jace said, leaning in and planting a kiss onme.
I could hear a few people awwing at the sight, but it didn’t spoil themoment.
I had found all this far easier to manage than I’d initiallyexpected.
Jace made everythingeasier.
We stuck around for about an hour longer, and once we finished our obligation at the show, Hacksmore had a limo take us back to thehotel.
I hadn’t bothered to get my own room on this occasion, as I knew I’d be spending my time with Jace. We struggled to keep our hands off one another through our shower, but finally he pulled away and said, “It hasn’t been that bad, hasit?”
“What? The event? I thought it went well.Why?”
“That’s not what I meant. The event went great, but I meant everything you were worried about when all thisstarted.”
“Funny you should mention it. I was thinking about that tonight. No, it hasn’t been nearly as bad. I hadn’t realized how much like riding a bike it would be for me, and really, it’s easier because this time I know I’m notalone.”
Jace beamed as he rested his forehead against mine. “It’s easier sharing it with you too,” he whispered as the shower spray slammed against us from the side, running down ourbodies.
“As much as I panicked, I wouldn’t have missed these nights for anything,” Iconfessed.
We embraced and shared another of so many kisses before he finally pulled away and said, “I think I’m going to slip out and go find us something to watch onTV.”
“You didn’t want to make other entertainment arrangements?” I said in as seductive a voice as I couldmuster.
“I figured we could wind down before we wind backup.”
I enjoyed a laugh as he slipped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and headed into the bedroom. I finished up, then joined him, a towel around my waist. He was under the covers, flipping through the channels on our wall-mounted, big-screenTV.
“Found it!” he exclaimed upon myentry.
“What?” I waited to see if I recognized the movie he’d selected. “What the hell is this? RenéeZellweger?”
“You said you haven’t seenBridget Jones’s Diary,so…”
“Did I say that? Or did I say ‘I have no desire to see it’? I’m having a hard time remembering,” Iteased.
“Come on. It’s a funmovie.”
“Well, if you can explore butt sex with me, then I guess I can fucking concede and watch a goddamnBridget Jones’s Diarymovie.”
“Wait. You know you have to watch all three of these,right?”
He had me laughing again as he slid up beside me and slung an arm over my shoulders, reeling me in close. “Come on, you’ll enjoy them,Dax.”
He kissed my forehead, which reminded me that any excuse to be close to him was enough to get me to endure a lot…and to love every moment ofit.
As always, we shared an incrediblenight.
* * *
But then wehad even more time apart. It turned into a long stretch, nearing two weeks, which put me on edge, though not nearly as much as my mother’s increasing interest in ourrelationship.
“Dax, it’s time I meet this Hottie Firefighter,” she insisted as we chatted on the phone oneafternoon.
