“Will Grayson be pissed?” she asks, wincing.
“Livid,” I confirm.
She blows out a long breath, rubbing the back of her neck. “Max—”
“I’m staying.”
“I might be a bad girlfriend.”
“You won’t be,” I say without hesitation.
“I don’t ever want children.”
“I don’t either,” I return quickly.
“I’m emotionally unpredictable. I panic. I might shut down.”
“I know.”
“I’ll probably push you away if things get hard,” she warns.
“I’ll still be here.”
“I don’t cook. I’ll forget anniversaries,” she says.
“I’ll cook and remember important dates for the both of us.”
She lifts her chin. “I’ll never give up my work.”
“I would never ask you to.”
“I might get overwhelmed at times.”
I step closer, cupping her jaw. “I’m not going anywhere, Gemma. You’re mine.”
The announcement repeats.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
Her face splits into a grin. “What happens now?”
“Now,” I say, pulling her closer. “We go home, and I show you exactly how much I’ve missed you.”
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Gemma
“Sorry sweetheart, but we need to make a quick stop at the hotel first. I just remembered something,” Max says, his arm slung around my shoulder.
He quickly fires off the hotel address to the cab driver.
My brows furrow. “You’ve only just rememberednow? I thought we were going back to mine to…you know…”
He smiles. “It’ll be quick. Trust me.” He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.
I lift my brows in surprise, but I don’t argue.
