She laughed against my chest and I felt so fucking relieved. I didn’t want her back in angry mode again.
“Sorry, I just, it’s just—”
I kept hold of her. “I don’t want you to be upset. I don’t want you to be frightened. I don’t want to hurt you. Ever. I want us to hang out, have hot sex, be together, be happy.”
“I want that, too,” she said quietly. “But what happens when you go back?”
I hadn’t thought about what would happen in three months. I didn’t even spend the night with the women I fucked, so every day with Anna felt different and special—like an adventure. I didn’t know what the road I was on held. “I don’t have all the answers. You might hate me in three months. All I know is that I’d rather spend this time with you and risk a broken heart than walk away. But if you don’t want to take that risk then—”
She pulled away and looked at me, smiling softly. “Oh my god, you’re perfect. And I do want to do all those things. I just know I won’t hate you in three months.” She put her head back on my chest.
“I’m anything but perfect, Miss Anna.”
“Please don’t break my heart,” she whispered.
I had a feeling that she might be the first girl capable of breaking mine but the thought didn’t scare me. I wanted to be with her more than I wanted to protect myself. I needed her to feel the same. I squeezed her close. I wanted to take all the doubt and worry away from her.
We stood there for what seemed like hours, just holding each other, not wanting to be the first one to let go.
Her phone going off finally separated us.
“Hey, Leah.”
I scrubbed my face with my hands. This relationship stuff was—Anna caught my eye as she talked into her phone. She was grinning at me. She was so fucking hot, despite the mood swings. This relationship stuff was so totally worth it.
“Okay, I’ll ask him. I have no idea. Er, when you hang up.”
I slumped on the sofa and when she hung up she came over and straddled me.
“Leah invited us over for dinner on Tuesday,” she explained.
“Great,” I replied
“You want to go?” she asked
“Of course.” I was looking forward to getting to see inside her life in London. Leah had seemed nice when I’d met her in New York and Armitage sounded like a decent guy.
She took my face in her hands.
“Are we good?” she asked.
I flipped her to her back onto the sofa and her hands slid to my neck. “We’re very good.” I kissed her neck and she lifted her chin to give me better access. I loved the feeling of her fingers in my hair. Somehow itseemed so intimate, I was Samson to her Delilah—I knew she could ruin me in the way she thought I could ruin her.
“Shall I cancel dinner at my sister’s?”
“No, why?”
“Well, we could stay home and do this all night,” I replied as I sucked on the flesh just below her collarbone.
“You’re going to leave a mark,” she said.
“I hope so.” I moved to the other side of her neck. I liked the idea of people being able to see my lips on her.
“Do you really want to cancel?” she asked.
“Yes, but it’s not worth the grief I’d get from her. Do you mind?”
“No. I’m interested to meet her.”
