I love snow.
Especially when I’m inside.
I find myself becoming increasingly entranced as I watch the snow fall through the air and down to the earth below.
I feel Theo approach me from behind. His arms wrap around my shoulders, and he pulls my back to his front, holding me tightly. His lips find my neck, and he nibbles at the pulse point, which is now going crazy that he’s in my vicinity. My heart seems to turn to mush at his ministrations, and I find myself leaning further and further into him as he continues his explorations with his mouth.
His tongue laps at the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I shiver. A moan escapes my lips, but I don’t care. Theo doesn’t seem to mind at all either—his arms tighten around me, pulling me impossibly closer to his body.
“God, I love you, Whitney,” he whispers as his tongue traces the shell of my ear. My chest aches the sound of those meaningful words. “Move in with me.”
I rear back, all sense of desire rolling away with his request—or not request. “What?” I ask, too flabbergasted to say anything else.
He beams at me and strokes his thumb over the ridge of my cheek. “Move in with me, please.”
“But—”
“Just hear me out, okay?” Theo protests. I snap my mouth shut and do as he asks, waiting impatiently for him to explain himself. “You’re here all the time, or I’m at your place—either way, we seem to spend every night with each other anyway. And I don’t think I’ll ever be capable of going a night withoutyou by my side. I know it’s early still, but I’ve never been so sure of anything—anyone—in my life.”
Well, how the hell am I supposed to refuse him when he says things like that? I find my resolve melting away with the warm chocolate gaze of the man I’m ridiculously in love with.
“You want me to move in here?” I ask.
He shrugs his shoulder. “Or I’ll move in with you.”
I can’t help but laugh at the idea of Theo, with his expensive tastes, moving into my small apartment. His lips twitch in amusement as if he can tell exactly what I’m thinking.
“You do have more space here,” I admit. “And a great view.”
“Agreatview,” he agrees, looking out over the large windows on the city below.
“And your bed is much more comfortable than mine.”
“It’s probably three times the cost of yours,” he muses.
“I suppose it’s an equal commute either way,” I continue, trying to be practical about it. However, it seems Theo has had enough of the games.
“So just say yes then,” he says, pushing me into giving a direct answer.
I beam at him, feeling joy explode in my chest at this next step we’re taking together. “Yes.”
And I think it’s one of the easiest yeses I’ll ever say in my life.
Theo’s face splits into a wide grin, and then he spins me back around so I can see the windows again. Reverently, we watch the snow fall on our city, and secretly, I hope we’ll have many morefirst snowstogether.
Theo
The next fewweeks pass in a blur of activity. My days are spent mostly finishing off my final reports and meeting new potential board members. My evenings are spent ravaging Whitney all over my apartment—soon to beourapartment.
Ever since she agreed to move in with me, the weekends have suddenly filled up with assisting her in packing all of her stuff into boxes and slowly starting to move things from her place over to mine. She’s been sleeping in my bed every night and waking up next to me every morning since saying she’d move in, and I can’t say I’ll ever get tired of seeing her bright eyes first thing in the morning.
It seems that the more time I spend with her, the more I just get greedier and greedier. I want my life to be consumed with everything Whitney Palmer. And for the most part, I think she feels the same way.
Everything seems to be falling into place perfectly.
Honestly, that should be my first clue that something would go haywire. But I was so blissed out in my perfect addiction for her that I never saw it coming.
Until I got blindsided by something so inconsequential, yet still entirely disarming.
