Sterling’s gaze brings a warm glow to my core. He’s watching me with pure happiness. He loves this. Spoiling me. Taking care of me. And he’s the first person I’ve ever felt comfortable enough to let do it. He’s right, I’ve spent my whole life looking out for others. Having someone in my corner now feels right. Because that person is him.
“If they’re all like this, I don’t know how I’ll choose.”
“Keep them all, then.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
I roll my eyes and pat him on the chest. “I’m only just starting to get used to you spoiling me. Don’t push it.”
He chuckles as we head to the next jet.
The moment we step onboard, I turn to him. “This one.”
His brows hitch as he looks at me in amusement. “You sure?”
“What color are the seats?”
He opens his mouth, but I press a finger over his lips.
“You matched them to my dress, didn’t you?”
“Which dress?” His eyes are full of mischief as his voice comes out muffled beneath my finger.
“You know which one. Thesterlingsilver one.”
“I thought that was light gray.”
His eyes heat as I remove my finger from his lips and arch a brow.
“Ah, yes. I know which one you mean. The one that your nipples look edible in.” He smiles and pulls me into his arms. “Yes, okay? I got them to match the color to that dress. Because damn, it’s my favorite color to see you in.”
I slide my arms up around his neck. “It is, huh?”
He nods, dusting his lips up and down over mine. “Sure is.”
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Hallie, love isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for you.”
We stand staring at one another, soaking in the magic that swirls around us in moments like this.
“So now I’ve picked,” I stroke my fingers along his jaw, “what was the other thing you wanted to talk about?”
“This is it, Miss Burton? You travel light,” Harry says with a smile as he wheels the luggage trolley out of the elevator and across the foyer.
“Thank you, Harry.”
He takes it toward the main door where Sterling is waiting on the sidewalk with the trunk of the car open. He won’t let his driver put my things in, he’s been insisting on doing it himself.
I bite my lip as I watch him in his midnight blue suit, pressing a wad of bills into Harry’s hand before he takes the large jade Buddha ornament off the trolley. He smiles as he lifts the giant crystal and places it carefully into the trunk.
I would never have been able to fly that back home. Maybe my subconscious knew when I bought it that I wouldn’t have to. Because Harry’s right. Apart from the large crystal sculpture, I do travel light. But now I’m moving in with Sterling, I might have some more packing to do.
Back in London.
My stomach knots with a mix of excitement and dread at telling my parents I want to live in New York.
Permanently.
Sterling straightens up, muscular arms bulging in his jacket as my suitcase follows the Buddha into the trunk. I’m going to be living with him. I smile as I watch him.
