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"This was different, but not as bad as my usual," I said, hoping to downplay it.
"About what?" Oliver pressed gently.
I hesitated, unwilling to admit that Jonah had been the central figure. "I felt like I was falling," I lied.
"Don’t be nervous about working. You’re with me," Oliver said, trying to comfort me.
"I know. It’s a lot to take in. I don’t want to disappoint you," I admitted, my voice small.
"You? Never. You’re doing a wonderful job. Keep it up. I think I want to take you to Los Angeles with me in September," he said, his eyes lighting up.
"Really? I haven’t been there in a long time," I replied, feeling a spark of excitement.
"Then I definitely want you to come with me," he said, a smile playing on his lips.
"Is this because you want to teach me something or because you can’t go without sex for a few days?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"Both. I need you and I sleep better when you’re with me," he confessed, his voice softening.
"I think I want to move in here," I said, the words surprising even me as they left my mouth.
"You do? What changed your mind?" Oliver asked, his eyes widening with a mixture of hope and surprise.
"I love you. Of course, I would still have to pay rent. Sadie can’t afford it on her own," I explained, the practicalities of my life creeping in.
"I said I would write her a check," he reminded me, his tone patient.
"The only thing is this place is big and I’m not sure I want to be alone when you’re not here," I admitted, my fears bubbling to the surface.
"Then come with me for every trip. We can even take a few extra days to enjoy whatever city we visit," Oliver suggested, his eyes shining with excitement at the prospect.
I smiled, feeling a sense of relief and anticipation. "I like that idea," I said, reaching out to take his hand.
"Good," he replied, squeezing my hand gently. "We're going to make this work. I promise."
"That would be lovely. You really are scoring points," I said, smiling as Oliver nuzzled my cheek and stroked my hair with his fingers.
"We should probably talk about the wedding. What do you want?" Oliver asked, his voice soft and thoughtful.
"I haven’t thought about it yet. We’ve only been engaged a few days," I admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden shift in conversation.
"You can have whatever you desire," he assured me, his eyes full of promise.
"Suppose I want to get married on the great lawn of Central Park?" I suggested, testing the waters.
"I’m sure it can be arranged. I have a few friends in government," Oliver replied with a confident smile.
"Who would be your best man?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"I have a few friends from college. They’re scattered across the country, but you’ll meet them," he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
In the entire time we were dating, I hadn’t seen Oliver hang out with any friends in Manhattan. I wasn’t sure if he had any.
"Do you have any in the city?" I probed.
"Of course, I do," he replied, almost defensively.
"Why haven’t I met them?" I pressed, raising an eyebrow.
