“Pretty sure you just did,” I said, so blissed out it felt like I was slurring my words.
“Stay here,” Andy said, easily breaking my loose hold and back a few minutes later carrying a warm, wet washcloth and a small box with a bow on it.
I stared at it, heart racing and suddenly wide awake and totally alert, my stomach going so squirrelly, so fast that it burned off the fuzzy afterglow and left me shaking.
I bolted upright and Andy kissed me, cleaned off all the cum, then frowned. “Jordan?”
“Uh, yeah?” I said, finally tearing my eyes away from The Box to stare at him instead.
He stared at me for a second, then looked at The Box, then laughed and shook his head. “Stop panicking, baby. I’m not springing a ring on you.”
“Oh,” I said. “Right. Like, of course.”
Because fuck, we’d only been doing this for a month or so? And sure, he said he loved me, but something likethatwould be crazy, and there was no way I would even want it anyway, right? Because that would just be stupid to want right now, so there was no way I was disappointed.
“No, not ‘of course,’” Andy said, winking. “Just not yet.”
“Oh,” I said, a whole new wave of feelings flooding through me.
Not yet? Shit, now I was grinning so hard my cheeks hurt, so maybe Icouldimagine wanting it.
Someday.
Whenever “yet” happened.
Andy handed me The Box.
I mean, the box.
“Open it, baby,” he said.
“Uh, should I get you your presents, too?” I asked, suddenly weirdly nervous even though he’d already said what it wasn’t.
He grinned. “No. We’ll do the rest with my family later… unless there’s anything weshouldn’topen in front of them?”
“Yeah, no, okay,” I said, blanking on what I’d actually gotten him. “So… I should open this one, then?”
He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, steadying me. “Yes, but baby? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to use it yet.”
Why wouldn’t I?
What was it?
What?
Fuck, my hands were shaking, which was stupid because it probably wasn’t even anything big. I mean, obviously it wasn’t anything bigphysically, based on the box size, but I mean, there was no reason to freak so hard except that... shit, when had I ever done presents with someone who said theylovedme? Nic didn’t count, obviously, which meant the answer was exactly never. And shit, he didn’t just love me, I loved him, too, and all that sex had made me totally forget to tell him that.
But how did you justsaysomething like that?
“Jordan,” Andy said, squeezing the back of my neck. “I love you. It will be fine. Please open it.”
Okay, that was easier than figuring out the other thing, so I did.
“A key?” I asked, my heart racing all over again as I pulled it out.
“A house key,” he said. “You told me your lease was about to be up, sweetheart, and if you’d rather get your own place or find another roommate then obviously, you should do that, but—”
“No,” I cut in, my heart pounding double-time as I closed my hand around the key. “Andy, fuck. Seriously? I love you.Yes.”
