“They feel better.”
And I feel about ten feet tall. “Yeah?”
Her eyes well with emotion. “Yes, Leon. If you want to label us, then I know what to call ourselves.”
“Tell me,” I urge, desperate to find out.
“We’re dating.”
“Are we now?” I smirk against her lips.
“Yes, Leon. We’re a couple.”
“Fuck, I love the way that sounds.”
“I do too. We’re official.”
She’s officially mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Leon
I’m itching to get my Erika fix and inhale her sweet, familiar scent.
She smells like home.
And mine.
After Sage’s unexpected and unwelcome return this morning, followed by driving my parents to the airport, I’m finally sitting in a monthly roundup meeting with my core team of advisors and department heads at my house, reviewing last-minute details before I leave for Bora Bora on Monday.
I was delayed in traffic on the way back from the airport and hurried into my team meeting, so I haven’t spoken much to Erika since my parents caught us kissing at the bottom of the stairs before we left.
Of course, as soon as we waved Erika goodbye and jumped into my truck, my mom started firing a million questions my way. The squeal of excitement she let out was loud enough to pierce both mine and Dad’s eardrums when I told her we’d decided to be a couple. When she lovingly laid a hand on my thigh as I was driving and gave it a gentle squeeze, she didn’t need to say anything more.
“One last thing,” Sutton says, staring at the agenda in front of her, and I groan because there is nothing else on the agenda to discuss.
Usually full of enthusiasm, my mind is already on vacation.
Watching Erika swim laps in my pool through the large glass windows of my office for the past hour, dressed in a pink and white polka dot bikini, is driving me crazy.
Three hours away from her has felt more like ten today.
She’s so close and yet so far away.
I wish my team would wrap this up so I can join her.
Naked preferably.
That’s not taking things slow, I remind myself.
What the hell made me suggest that?
Oh yeah, because I was trying to be a gentleman.
“What’s the one last thing, Sutton?” I ask, exhaling in annoyance, resting back in my chair.
“This evening’s dinner,” she replies, looking excited about something I know nothing about.
