“I’m going to sit outside on the terrace and call Lola back while I answer work emails if you need me.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” He smiles before turning back absentmindedly to watch his program.
I pause, teetering in the door frame, stealing a moment to take him in.
He’s lying on our bed, stretched out and comfortable in low-waisted gray sweatpants, looking like every woman’s wet dream—shirtless and abs rippling.
He’s watching one of the crazy shows I got him hooked on. This one is about the serial killer “Son of Sam” who operated out of New York, and he’s totally addicted.
Soon he’ll be like me, thinking everyone’s out to kidnap him.
He doesn’t even realize I’m staring, so I take another minute to admire him.
Over the last few hours, his words from earlier have been playing on repeat.Because after today, I’m not waiting any longer.
I haven’t told him that I’m ready for more between us. I sense he’s figured it out, with the small kisses and touching, more than we usually do.
It all makes me nervous, and if I’m being honest, it’s not in the way I thought I would be.
It’s more because this is all feeling too normal.
Why does it seem so easy?
My phone buzzes, so I pick it up quickly and head outside. “Hey, Lo. What’s going on, darling?”
“Not much, just working. I missed you and wanted to say hi and see how it’s been going.
You know, with Jackson.” She whispers the last part like he can hear her through the phone.
I glance at the clock and realize it’s getting late back in New York. “Why are you still working? I’ve seen the nonstop emails all day. You need to rest.”
“I’m fine,” she says, but I can still hear the rapid clicking of her keyboard in the background.
“Shut it down, Lola,” I demand.
She’ll be up all night knowing her. She doesn’t have an off button for work—even worse than me at times.
“Fine, only if you give me good news.”
“Like what?”
“Ah, don’t play dumb. Give me the gossip.”
I chuckle at her weak demand, trying to be authoritative, which is adorable, and decide not to hold back. “It’s been incredible, Lo.”
“Oh god, I knew it would be,” she squeals. “Tell me more.”
I lean back and put my feet up, closing my eyes as I think back on the memories we’ve made so far.
“We kissed and—”
“You kissed?” she shrieks, “Like,kisskiss?” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Mmhmm.” I beam. “It was everything… He’s been everything.”
“Of course he has. He’s Jackson. He always treats you like a queen. So what now?”
I sigh. “Without sounding like a love-sick fool, everything’s starting to feel different. His kiss was a promise of more. I could feel it deep down.”
