“Sure.” She puts down her pen and sets her hands on the table. “After you answer my question.”
I snort and nod. “Yes, I bought more tomato. Make whatever your heart desires.”
“Thank you.” Her hazel eyes smile at me, frame illuminated by the glow of Boston sunlight falling over her shoulders. She’s a natural masterpiece like this, and I want this view forever.
One hand reaches over the wood of the table, resting over hers. I breath in and ask, “What do you think about moving in with me?”
I’ve learned Liliana. If she was uncomfortable, she’d move away from me and start fidgeting with whatever is nearest to her. She’d avoid eye contact at all costs, and gulp before answering.
She does none of that. Just blinks before replying. “You want me to move in?”
“Lily.” My other hand comes up to the rest. “I wanted you to move in the first time I saw you laid out on that couch.”
Red flushes over her cheeks. I wasn’t specifically referring to the first time I licked my tongue over her and brought her to an orgasm, but that’s something to think about, too. The thought of pleasuring my girl every day, whenever and however she wants, only convinces me more that this is right for us.
“Would it really be okay if I did?” Her head tilts. I bring her hand up to my lips to kiss over her knuckles.
“Of course it would. Why wouldn’t it?”
“Well, your father pays for this apartment. Would he really be okay with you moving your girlfriend in? Especially when I’m not exactly his favorite person.”
It’s a good point, and one that Liliana would always think of before me. She’s sensible to the fault of my grand plan. Still, I won’t let Keller deter me.
“He may say something, but I wouldn’t pay it too much attention. He bluffs a lot. He tried to threaten me with money once and obviously that went nowhere. He hasn’t cut off anything and still sends me gifts.”
“Okay.” Lily purses her lips together. “But say he makes good on it this time. What do we do then?”
“Then we figure it out.” I kiss her palm, her wrist, and her knuckles again. “It’s not about where we live. If my father does something like that, and we have to leave, then we’ll do it together. I have money saved. I don’t mind working. As long as I’m with you.”
Her face softens, shoulders relaxing. “You would move out of this apartment for me?”
“In a second.” I’m surprised she even asks. I stand up to reach across the table, cup her head in my hand and bring my lips to hers in a kiss. I hope it conveys every ounce of love I have for this girl.
“It’s not about where we live, just that we’re together. That’s what I want. Doesn’t matter where.”
She chuckles. “You say that now. Wait until we’re two struggling artists living in an apartment half this size.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” I shrug, smiling at the thought. Liliana tries to open her mouth and bicker with me, and I kiss her again, determined. “I’m an artist, yeah. But you’re my muse, Lily, and I go where you go. Forever.”
