He sighs heavily. “Yeah. It took for-fucking- ever, but I did.”
“What are you going to do now? Just wait, or do you have more work you can do?”
“I’m going to replace some equipment that’s long overdue to be replaced and update what I can.”
“Maybe you should go and relax on the beach.”
“I’m more of an indoor cat, and I don’t like sand or jellyfish. Oh, and I turn red like a damn lobster after about five minutes in the sun.”
“I don’t like sand either. It’s messy and it gets everywhere.”
“But I bet you tan nicely.”
“I do. Jealous?” I tease.
“Nope, my milky-white skin suits me just fine.”
“I thought my skin was milky.”
“Good one.” He laughs and then yawns. “I think I need to get some sleep.”
“Oh, okay.” I pout.
“I’ll call you again tomorrow.” He chuckles.
“But that’s all the way to tomorrow.”
“So dramatic.”
“Will you call me when you get a flight home?”
“Of course, but remember that I’m going to see Izzy as soon as I get back.”
“I understand.”
“I won’t stay long, I just need to make sure he’s okay and watch some movies with him. It’s tradition.”
I try not to pout. I understand this is still new, but it hurts even though he doesn’t mean it to.
I run into Leo’s open arms as soon as I see him at the airport. He called me just a few hours ago and asked me to pick him up. I hope it means he changed his mind about me meeting his family.
“I missed you,” I gush as I try to make myself smaller so I fit in his arms. He laughs lightly.
“I missed you too, babe.” He lets me snuggle him for a moment before he peels me off of him. “Come on. Let’s get my bags.”
We stand in front of the baggage carousel, and I pull him into my arms and squeeze him tight while we wait. He feels so good against me.
“Oh, that one’s mine.” He points to a very expensive piece of luggage, and he grabs it. “And that one.” I grab it. “And that one.”
“Is that all?” I tease.
“There’s just one more.” He points to a large gift bag. I grab it and resist the urge to look inside. Well, the bag is actually sealed, so I can’t look inside.
“What’s in it?” I ask as we step back.
“I forgot. Maybe you should open it?”
“Is it for me?” I gasp.
