My chest rose and fell heavily against him. “Then what?”
“Then, if we make it to the bedroom, I’m going to fuck you again. If not,” he glanced at the apartment around him, “we’ll do it there on the floor.”
“Yes,” I gasped, moisture pooling between my legs.
“Tomorrow,” he let my arms go, and his hands came to play gently at my neck, “I’m moving you into my house, and you’re letting this place go. Then, in a few days, few weeks maybe, I’m going to give you a ring. And you’ll wear it. And when you agree it’s appropriate, I’ll take you to a church, and you’ll tell everyone that you’re mine once and for all.”
I clutched onto him. “I want that.”
“I know.” He always knew. Knew me better than I knew myself.
“And babies? Do I want babies?”
His lips crept into a smile. “You do. At least five.”
“Five?” It was half exclamation, half no fucking way. “I think I maybe want two.”
“That’s not what you want.”
“Oh, really?”
“Really. I know, remember?”
I raised an eyebrow, the extent to which I’d argue with him at the moment. Later we could hash it out, and just the idea of a later with Reeve did the funniest warm things to my insides.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine. “Right now, though, you want me to tell you I love you.”
“I do. But I already know.”
“And you want to tell me that you love me too.”
I choked up and my voice barely made it past the lump lodged in the back of my throat to finally tell him what I’d felt for so long now. “I do. I love you.”
His eyes shut briefly, as though he were relishing the sound. When they opened again, he said, “That’s the first time you’ve said it.” His words were gruff and thick and affected.
“Yes, the first,” I admitted, staggered that I’d waited until now, astounded that I’d been able to wait when it felt like it was bursting from every part of me, desperate to be set free. “I promise it won’t be the last.”
And his love was heavy and hot, but not at all the burden I’d imagined it would be because he carried it for me, I realized now. He held it around me like a blanket. Like a nest that had been built just for me.
And the love I felt for him was weightless, like a feather, like a beam of light, like falling forever and never touching the ground.
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