“Giving you time to decide if that’s still what you want to do?”
“More like givingyoutime to be sure. Besides, you don’t need to be moving right now. It’s hard work.”
“I can get movers.”
“Yeah, but it’s still a lot of work. Which you definitely don’t need to be doing until you’ve recovered more.”
They argued about it a bit more but after a while Sierra put a stop to it by kissing him. Connor kissed her back, stroking his tongue inside her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny until he made himself pull back. She sighed and raised her good hand to cup his cheek and look into his eyes.
“I love you.”
He turned his head and kissed her hand. “I love you too.” He gazed down at her and said, “I wish I could make love to you right now, but that isn’t happening.”
“We could be careful,” she said, sounding hopeful.
“No, we couldn’t. You’re only days out from surgery, not to mention, your knee is bound to hurt.”
She pouted. He grinned. “You know I’m right.”
“Maybe. But I don’t have to like it.”
He arranged them so she could put her back and head against his chest and swung her legs up on the couch. “Don’t worry, as soon as you’re up for it we can make love. And we can look at another place to live so you only have to move once.”
“That sounds nice,” she said drowsily.
He kissed the top of her head and held her as she slept. Content, at the moment, to wait for their future together.
