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I nod, “Now, can we stop talking about work, and can I kiss you? I haven’t kissed you in weeks, and it’s killing me.”
She smiles and leans in as I meet her half way and our mouths connect with our tongues in a delicious battle.
Chapter Twenty-One
“This one time in Vegas, I gave a small skinny Spiderman a couple dollars for a photo & he tried to lift my fat ass off the ground, he got me a good inch or two!”
PEYTON
It’s been an interesting twenty-four hours to say the least. Yesterday, I was minding my own business while decluttering the bookshelves in the living room, and singing along with the movie while I worked as Quinn snored away in her room, when someone knocks on the door.
I wasn’t expecting to see Max on my doorstep.
I was expecting a phone call as soon as he received the divorce paperwork, but what I wasn’t expecting, was him in the flesh.
He is adamant on not signing the paperwork and just says that he’s making a move. A pretty big move, if you ask me.
Am I really worth the risk? The change in his life?
A risk of completely changing his life. Moving from one city to another, for what? For me?
Do I want this?
Absolutely.
But can I ask this of him when, I was not willing to take that risk?
I ignored his calls for a week and told him that I couldn’t move. And that was the truth. I was feeling guilt all around, for not talking to my friends about any of what was going on in my life and ultimately about my plans to move out of state, all for what? For a job? Or was it for a guy? The exact same guy who is sleeping in the other room, who is willing to turn his world upside down, because of love. Because of me.
We spent the night together, as if nothing happened. As if I didn’t turn him down, and then send him papers to end the accidental marriage. We spent the night wrapped up in one another, making up for the past few weeks.
And now what?
Do we give this another go?
Do I tell him that I can’t let him make a massive move like this when there’s no guarantee about our future?
“What are you sitting over there lamenting about? Are you second guessing everything?” he asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I turn in the direction of his voice, not at all ready for the Adonis who is standing, bare ass naked in the kitchen.
I gulp. “Clothes?”
“On the floor.” He shrugs coming up and taking a seat beside me. “I’m going to guess now is not a good time for naked time humor?”
“As much as I enjoy the view, I have to be honest—” I give him a small smile.
“Hold that thought, this moment warrants pants.” Max stands, stalks away with his tanned toned ass, almost making me want to ask him to stop.
He returns a few moments later, with gray sweats hanging off his hips, showcasing the delectable vee that I ran my tongue across just hours ago. I lick my lips and shake my head, try to get my thoughts in order as he sits beside me.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks.
“Us.” I turn my gaze upon him with that single word. I take a deep breath and hold it, waiting for his response.
“Go on?” he pleads.
“I’m scared,” I admit. “I’m scared that you’re making the wrong choice.”
