“Babe…” He toys with a strand of my hair. It’s like he’s about to say something more. But then he just adds, “Yeah. I think it was one of our best.”
As he rolls onto his back, he takes me with him.
I hitch a leg over his hip and sigh.
I feel so close to this man right now. I want so badly to tell him that I love him. It seemed like that’s what he might have been about to say to me.
But he didn’t.
So I won’t.
We’ll just keep things as they are.
I’m satisfied with that…for now.
Shit, last night I almost slipped up and confessed to Willa that I love her. But then I chickened out. I still fear she’s not ready to hear that yet.
Then again, maybe it’s just that I’m gun-shy from all my past relationship misfires.
I really need to put that all behind me, though.
I will…just not yet.
However, I do have a few things I want to talk with Willa about. And now is the perfect time.
It’s been a lazy day, where we spent most of our time down at the beach. We then cleaned up, had dinner, and now we’re just hanging out by the pool. It’s one of our favorite things to do at night.
The only difference this evening is that we’re sharing a lounger. It’s one of the bigger ones that we pulled over from the other side of the patio. Willa is curled up in my arms, and I’m playing with her hair.
I sigh, and she looks up at me and asks, “What’s up?”
“Nothing bad,” I assure her. “I was just thinking about how many things I can’t wait to show you once we get back to Phoenix.”
“Oh yeah?” She rubs my chest through my tee. “Like what?”
“Shit,” I say. “Where do I start?” I blow out a breath, then tick off, “I want to show you my house, some things down at thearena, like my locker, the ice, and hell, even the training room. Also, I want to share some of my favorite places to go in the city, like restaurants and shit. Damn, I just want to show you everything, girl.”
Excitedly, she replies, “I can’t wait to see all that. I want to share some things too. I’ll show you my cute little apartment, my old high school, and where I grew up.”
“Oooh, yes,” I say as I think of something else. “We’ll have to take a trip up to Boston some time. Then I can show you where I grew up too.”
Reaching up and touching the scruff on my jaw, she says, “I’d like that, Shane.”
Look at us—planning trips and everything.
I should tell her now that I’ve fallen in love with her.
But wait, now she’s kissing up along my neck.
Fuck, she just grabbed my junk.
When she starts stroking me through my shorts, I groan, “Damn, that feels good.”
When she unzips my shorts, that’s it. There’s no more talking.
Only action.
Time passes, and the days blur into one another. Willa and I continue to have the absolute best time. I feel so close to her.
