“I’m glad you like it, but we can change anything you don’t like.”
“I love it.” I would have chosen the same rugs and bedding. In the main bath, I gasp when I see the tiles I chose. “So cool.” I picked a basic white subway tile for most of it, but there’s a stripe that runs from floor to ceiling in a tile glazed in patterns of muted colors. I loved it.
I turn around in a circle and gaze at my design choices. “I’m a flipping interior design genius.” I don’t mind bragging.
Sam chuckles from behind me. “You’re definitely a genius. The guys thought everything you chose was great.”
I’m overwhelmed with it all. I feel like I need to sit for a second. Making my way back out to the bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile at him. “This was quite an undertaking. I can’t believe you accomplished all this in only three weeks.”
“We’ve still got to finish the upstairs. But there is one thing ready.” Sam heads to the door. “Let’s go see your new office.”
“My…” My voice squeaks. “My office?”
He doesn’t respond, he merely smiles.
When I see the space, I want to cry. “You put in a seating area?”
“Well, obviously those are folding chairs. You’re going to need to pick out what you’d like there.” He draws my attention over to the desk. “I built this for you.”
“Sam…” I’m overwhelmed again. Sitting on the folding chair, I feel lightheaded. “We haven’t even had…”
“Sex. I know.”
“And you made me an office?”
Sam kneels in front of me. Placing his hands on top of my legs, he sighs. “I know. This may seem like I’m rushing, but it feels right to me. Everything about you, us, feels right.”
I blink a few times, letting his words roll around in my head for a bit.
“It feels right to me, too.” Not the part where he works a million hours a week, but the time we’re together, it feels right. “Don’t you think it’s too soon?”
“No.”
“What if we can’t live together?”
“But that’s what we’ve been doing.”
“You eat and sleep at my place. That’s not really living together.”
“True.” Sam nods. “I think we’d still work.”
“I’ve got bad habits.”
“I know.” He laughs. “I do, too.”
“I know.” I roll my eyes. “You’re not perfect.”
“You are.”
I roll my eyes again, because that’s just malarky. “I’m not perfect.”
“You are to me.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
