“Morning,” a familiar, angelic and mellifluous voice says. I feel her arms come around me, her face nestling against my bare back. Then a kiss on my spine. “Smells good.”
“Ham and mozzarella cheese omelet,” I say and turn around in her arms. “Good morning.”
On her toes, she reaches up to kiss my lips. “I’m tired of this.”
“Of a good breakfast?”
She glares. “No. I wake up without you, Christian,” she murmurs. “Move upstairs.”
I nod.Tonight. I’ll tell her tonight before I go to my meeting. “Okay,” I rasp.
Sayingokaywas one of the few, best decisions I’ve evermade because that smile on her face, the way her caramel eyes melt as she looks up at me, makes everything worth it.
Tonight.I’m telling her tonight!
“Really?” Lana breathes, eyes bright.
“Yes, baby,” I say, cupping her cheeks.
“Good.” She grins, biting her lip. “Because that was me officially asking you to move in with me.”
“It was?”
She nods rapidly, and it’s the cutest thing. “Yes, Christian.”
I press my lips to hers hard and smile against them. “This is me officially saying I will move in with you.”
“My body feels crazy,” she chuckles. “Like I’m really happy and I don’t know what to do with myself.”
I chuckle and pull her up onto the counter. I stand between her legs and her arms come around my neck. “Me too, baby.”
“Soo…” Lana bats her lashes and looks up at me through them. Her fingers toy with the waistband of my gym shorts, then the waistband of my boxers. “I was thinking…”
You have to tell her!
“About?” I ask as if I don’t know. As if I haven’t thought about it myself.
She bats her lashes again, tugging the waistband of both my pants and Calvin’s. “Maybe tonight after work…we can come home and…” She lifts a shoulder shyly. “Light some candles and…”
“Lana,” I breathe, dropping my forehead to hers.
“Not yet?”
“Babe—”
“No, it’s okay,” she says softly. “It’s okay. If you aren’t… If you don’t want to?—”
“I do want to,” I say. “I do. When you get home…” I swallow. “Can we talk after work?”
She nods. “Yes. Yes, Christian.”
After my meeting. I’ll tell her after my meeting.
“Okay,” I breathe. “I’ve also been thinking…”
She smiles up at me, but I can tell there’s some resentment. “Yeah?”
I run my hands up and down her smooth thighs, refocusing on being here with her.Stay in the present.“I’ve been thinking about this life you keep telling me to get.”
