He nuzzles the top of my head. “You won’t, baby. You’re a pro. You’ve got this. You could probably give Kev or Casey a run for their money for chief of staff.”
“Red.” I look up. “Don’t want it, can’t make me.”
“But you serve at the pleasure of the president.” He smiles.
“OooOOOooh,” Elliot teases. “Good thing I’m not an evil asshole.”
We stand there for another long moment. Once again, I break the silence. “I’m going to fall asleep standing right here if we don’t go to bed.”
Ten minutes later, we’re snuggled together, Leo in the middle. He’s spooned around me and Elliot’s spooned around him.
Did I think there was marathon sex in my immediate future?
That was before I realized how bone-weary I feel right now. The bubble holding the first question mark that hovered over our future path has popped. For at least the next four years, our lives revolve around Elliot and the Oval Office. We’ll assume eight. That’s easiest.
Surprisingly enough, as terrified as I feel that I might fuck up and let Elliot down, I also feel a kind of peace I never realized I’d been missing. Elliot’s finally achieved his dream, his zenith.
I will never be anything other than a footnote in history, if even that, but I helped him get here.
Me, and Leo.
The most important man in the world not only loves me…hewantsme.
Damned if that isn’tmyzenith.
