Chapter Twenty-Eight
Lucy
Last night was more than I could have ever imagined. Dating Max is an actual dream come true, not that I’m surprised. I knew he’d be smooth with all his charm, but it was even better than I could have imagined. For him to even offer to watch my favourite ballet was the ultimate green flag for me.
And then when we got back to my hotel… God, it was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. Not that there’s much to go by, as the only ones I’ve had have been from him or myself, but still. I fucking loved it. Who would have thought I’d be the girl who likes to take it up the arse? Not me, that’s for sure. Now I can’t wait until we do.
The beep from the coffee machine jolts me out of my thoughts. I’ve said it before, but this hotel room is fricking awesome. It even has a full barista-style machine in here. Now that I have two coffees in hand, I head back into the bedroom to wake Max.
Shockingly enough, I didn’t need to, as he sat up with that gorgeous smile on his face, ready to greet me. How, after all these years, does this man still make me swoon? I’m a puddle on the floor every time he so much as looks at me.
“Morning, my little Sugarplum. How did you sleep?” He asks as I crawl back into bed with him, handing him the cup.
“Like a baby. I don’t even remember falling asleep.Someonekept me up all night.” I tease.
“I know you loved it, so it was worth the lack of sleep.” He says with a cocky smirk. “Do you have any plans for the next few days?”
“Actually, I was planning on coming home. There is only so much of this city I can handle.” And the fact that I am on my arse broke. At least if I go home, Liz will keep me fed while I figure things out.
“Sounds good to me. We’ll head back after breakfast?” He asks.
“Yeah, sounds good to me.”
I stare at my now empty mug, knowing we need to have a chat about what happens next. It’s not like we can go home and pretend nothing is happening, or even that it is. I need to know where we go from here.
“I can almost hear your thoughts, you’re thinking so hard,” Max says, shocking me out of my thoughts. “What’s got you so tied up in knots?”
“Well, you, actually.” I attempt to joke, but with my plummeting mood, it doesn’t quite reach my face.
“Ahh.” He replies, taking my empty mug and putting it down on the side table. “Do you mean, us?”
“Yeah. I don’t know how we're going to do this.” I tell him.
He turns our bodies, so we’re sitting facing each other.
“Do you love me?” He asks, as if that is the simplest thing in the world.
“Yes, more than anything.” I narrow my eyes, not sure where he’s going with this.
“Do you want to be with me?” I can tell he’s holding his breath after that one, his gaze burning into mine.
“Of course I do, but,”
“But, nothing. I love you, Lucy. I want to be with you, too. It’s that simple. Haven’t the last few years proven that we don’t cope well without the other?” He says hastily. “No one needs to know.”
No one needs to know.
Would that work?
Are we keeping our relationship a secret from everyone? Is it worth giving up on everything we have because I’m scared of hurting others? What’s the worst that could happen? Everyone finds out eventually, and then all hell breaks loose? It’s not like our relationships could get much worse. Other than Liz. She would be a fucking nightmare to deal with.
If it wasn’t for her, though, I really think my dad would have come around to the idea.
“My biggest worry is Fallon and Tommy finding out,” I tell him. “I know your mum will hit the roof, again. But I think Dad would get used to us.”
“The way I have felt over the years since you’ve been gone, I couldn’t give a less of a shit what any of them think. As long as I have you.”
I climb onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist, and take his face in my hands.
