Turning on my heels, Bronte doesn’t back up or give me space when I peer up to look at him.
Light green eyes lock me into a place of comfort and ease. Bobby never would have given it much thought to get my parents here.
It never would have been another thought past me, saying my father’s health issues wouldn’t allow him to.
“How?” I ask, not thinking I need to explain further, but Bronte is always forcing full sentences out of me to make sure we’re constantly on the same page.
“How, what?”
“How did you get my dad here?”
“Limo.”
My brows fly to the ceiling. “You’re kidding.”
“Am I known for that?”
No.
I hit him with an exasperated stare even though I’m far from mad about it. It’s just that he spent money. “You didn’t have to do all that.”
“I needed to meet my in-laws at some point,” he vouches simply. “Or are you divorcing me within the next thirty-six hours?”
Question of the day.
Year.
Century.
On paper, if you write down everything that’s happened, you’d get more pros than cons. And that simply should be my answer right there.
I can’t deny the fact that I find him highly attractive. That he fucks me like no one has fucked me before. That he’s thoughtful, protective, and caters to all my needs.
However, it’showwe got here that has me pulling back on the reins and wondering if this was how my love story was supposed to unfold. If I, unintentionally, took a detour, and it was always supposed to be him all along.
“It doesn’t sound like I’m getting rid of you, regardless,” I reply noncommittally. “You’ve made your stance very known.”
“Communication is, in fact, key to a healthy relationship.”
“Is there a time stamp on that? Because I remember calling you Bobby for several days.”
“Circumstances were tight,” he deadpans.
“And you have zero remorse, huh?”
“Never entered my mind.”
I like how honest he is with me. It only reinforces how much Bobby wasn’t. Everything was vague and basic, something I should’ve caught and questioned, but I was too blinded by ideas of a future.
“I think you may be over your depth here,” I pose, earning a perked brow from him. “I’m not easy to tie down.”
“Are you speaking of your work schedule?” I nod, and Bronte looms closer, his hips driving my butt into the cabinet. “If you thought fucking in an office was something…you haven’t fully experienced me during a packed work schedule. All I need is fifteen minutes, a corner, a parking lot, or a dark space, and we’ll see each other just fine.”
I canfeelmy mind racing with possibilities as half of it creates scenarios and the other half remains locked inon how much he appears that he’d like to do any of those right now with the way he’s staring at me.
“Give me a year, Daydream,” he mutters ever so softly. “I will make all your marriage dreams come true. I will be the man you’re proud to call yours. I will support everything you do, make sure you have dinner waiting for you, and fucking you to sleep every night if your heart desires to. If not, I’ll still do all those things without the title. I’m not here for the status. I’m here for you.”
Perfect words.
