“Oh?”
“Be right back.” I give her a kiss on the forehead and rush out of the room to get supplies. I’ll get more later, but this will show her how serious I am.
“What’s with you and laundry baskets?” She asks as I walk back in. “I don’t need any more blankets.”
“Good, because these aren’t blankets. I’m moving in.”
“What?”
“I’m moving in with you. That way, anytime you’re tempted to hurt yourself, we can talk instead.” Or I can kiss you until you believe that I love you unconditionally.
“You can do that from a few doors down.”
Can I? “Not good enough. What drawer should I take? Or maybe you should move into my room. There’s more space.”
“Max.”
Moving her into my room is a much better idea.
“Max.”
“Yes,tesoro mio?”
“I love you.”
“Was it as hard that time?”
She grins at me. “No.”
“Good.”
“But what about your family?”
“What about them?”
“Won’t they be upset about…you know?”
“Oh, we aren’t having sex. I have a teenage daughter. I need to set a good example. This is purely for you.” And pure torment for me.
“Oh.”
We need to move those wedding plans up…Can they get it all done in a week?
The Firing Squad
Fiona
Max holds my hand as we walk down to dinner. Based on the grin on his face, he’s pretty happy with the little bomb he just dropped on me.
Does he really think no one at that dinner table is going to care?
We’re about to walk into a firing squad, and that man’s smile couldn’t get any larger. That’s because they’re his family. They love him.
Are they going to love that he’s with a harlot, a fallen woman? It’s one thing to know that happened. It’s quite another to have it shoved in your face like I just did.
I need a shower…which is never going to happen again because of that man. That sweet, wonderful, kind, irritating man. He’s far too happy. “Maybe I should go change?”
“Nervous?”
