So instead of getting up and cooking, I find my way into the shower with Cameron.
Food can wait.
Because right now, all I want to do is live in this perfect moment, with the man I love, a little longer.
So that’s exactly what I do, until the water runs cold.
Chapter Forty
Cameron
I’m tired of New York. There, I said it.
I didn’t want to live here in the first place, but my agent told me it’s a good place to live and so I just listened to him.
Austen and I have gone out together every day since he’s been here, and I’m tired of this place. Tired of the people, the smells, the noise—all of it.
A lot of people who grow up in small towns crave the big city life and love it. Me? I hate it. It’s not meat all.
When I woke up this morning, Austen was still in bed with me. We cuddled for a little while before getting up to shower, where we made each other come. We washed each other, got dressed… and then he made breakfast.
There’s no way I’ll ever get tired of him cooking for me, everything is always so tasty, but I am glad he’s chilling out with waking up so early. That is something I definitely didn’t miss about him.
Though, that’s a lie. I missed everything about him.
“Can we please,pleasestay inside today?” I put my hands together in a pleading motion and pout my lip.
Austen laughs. “But there’s still so much to see.”
“Austen,” I whine. “Please, I can’t do any more New York. Not right now. I need a break.”
He rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss me.
“Fine, but only because you’re so cute when you beg.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I say, kissing all over his face until he’s in a laughing fit. I drop onto the couch, grab the blanket, and curl up. Austen cuddles up to me, leaning against me. I look for something to watch. We settle on Son in Law, and all we do is lie there together and laugh as we watch. It’s refreshing and reminds me of when we were teenagers.
There’s nothing getting in the way of us being together now.
Well, nothing but the little issue of him being married, which weshouldtalk about. I’m terrified of what he’ll say if I ask, and I don’t want to ruin what we have right now. So, I don’t ask. I’ll have to at some point, but right now? I’m happy living in ignorance.
I hear my phone ringing faintly, which is when I realize it’s coming from the other room.
I groan, not wanting to get up.
“I’ll get it,” Austen says, jogging into my room, and returning a moment later with my phone that has stopped ringing.
“Garret?” he says, offering it to me.
I smirk, knowing I hear a tinge of jealousy there. “My agent.”
“Ah, yeah.”
I call him back, since it’s probably about a job. I put it on speakerphone so I can lay down more comfortably. Also, I want Austen to know he can trust me. That I have nothing to hide.
Well, almost nothing…
I’m not stupid or blind. I see the way he reacts to some of the things I say or do. It’s obvious Savannah fucked him up, making him think the way he is isn’t right. Or what he wants is wrong or too much. She always did that to him. But he’s perfect the way he is, and he doesn’t need to change.
