“I mean it,” he says. “The way it throbs, it’s like a flower opening up, showing me how pretty it is.”
Hunter worships me. And not just my pussy, but all of me. I know it.
“You’re right,” I say. “We should move uptown.”
He leans up on his hands so I’m looking right at him. “You trying to get me hard again?”
“Are you telling me it’s difficult?”
He grins. “So you’ll move in with me?”
“Of course I will,” I say. “We’ll move intogether.”
“We can walk to work together,” he says.
“And have lunch together,” I say.
“And kids.”
I laugh. “You want our kids to walk to work with us?”
“Sure,” he says. “The nanny can walk them to work with us so we don’t miss out on anything we don’t have to. Although you might still be in law school, so maybe we can alternate days when the kids take you to school one day and me to work the other.”
I smooth my hand over his cheek. He doesn’t assume having kids is going to slow me down. He just sees our future together in the sunniest way possible.
“You think I’m actually going to make it to law school?”
He looks at me with a frown. “Of course. If that’s what you want to do.”
“It’s going to be a lot. You working all the hours. Me studying and working too.”
“But we can handle a lot. A lot is what we’re used to.”
I smile at him. He’s my partner in this. He wants for me what I want for me. And he believes I can have it. I feel the same about him. I have no doubts that he and Ed are going to keep growing Portis into a real power player. There’s no end to the possibilities now we’re together.
“Can I get you anything?” he asks.
“I’d like a glass of water,” I say, looking up at him. “But I can get it.”
He climbs out of bed and heads into the kitchen. When he comes back, he’s holding my favorite soda that I always order at the sandwich store.
“You bought these for me?” I ask.
“I did. I want you to feel comfortable here.”
“And you thoughtyouwouldn’t be enough? You thought you better buy the soda as well?”
“I wanted to cover all my bases.” He grins at me and sits on the bed, pulling my legs over his lap. “Should we go right into apartment hunting?” he asks. “Do you have an area you like best? If you don’t, that’s fine. It really is. I get it. Maybe you don’t fully trust what I’m feeling yet.”
I take his hand and link my fingers through his. “It’s not that I don’t trust it. I ... just ... I’m worried about studying.” I glance around. His apartment is small. And it’s his. “I think it would be good to find something a little bigger. And something that’s been ours from the beginning. A fresh start.”
A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “A fresh start.”
I’m not sure if I ever thought about what this would look like, sharing my life with someone. But he wants me to be happy. Maybe as much as I want him to be happy. That equality makes me feel safe. It makes me feel loved.
“It would be nice to be able to walk to work. Or at least not have to take the subway. I don’t mind the bus.”
He grins at me. “The bus. Really? In the heels you wear?”
