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I transfer CJ into his arms, and one of his hands wraps around the back of my neck to pull me against his lips. If not for our son fussing, I would have made the kiss last longer.
“I’ll be back soon,” I whisper.
Once I’m out the door, I practically run the fifteen blocks to my apartment. I haven’t run in years, so I’m heavily breathing when I arrive. Upstairs, I hunt for a few things that I won’t need to worry about getting wrinkled if I fold them in a bag. In a few minutes, I’m back on the street. I want to get to Chase’s as soon as I can.
Using my key, I let myself into his apartment and Chase asleep on the couch, his sneakers under the table where he must have kicked them off. I tiptoe past him and check on CJ, who’s fast asleep in his crib. Once again, a stuffed animal sits in the crib with him, which I remove. It’s a discussion for another day.
I place my bag on the dresser and start removing clothing, not sure where to put it.
“I cleared out the top drawer for you,” Chase’s voice breaks the silence. “If you need more space, let me know. I’m happy to share.”
In the mirror nearby, I peer at the reflection of Chase is in a familiar pose, leaning against the doorjamb, watching me. His hair is tousled, and he looks very enticing. I watch his every move between putting my clothes in the drawer. I then head to the closet to hang up the three skirts and blouses that I brought in an attempt to minimize any wrinkling.
When I’m finished, Chase pulls me against him, his hands skimming down my back until they’re cupping my ass.
“Mmm, I love this,” he says with a moan.
“I thought you were a boob man,” I say, chuckling.
“I’m a Megan man.”
While I know what he wants, we need to talk about a few things going forward. Our passion over the last two nights prevented us from having any deep discussions whatsoever.
“Chase, we need to talk.” I lean slightly away from him.
“Hmm, don’t like the sound of that.”
“There are a few things I need to be sure of is all.”
He lets me go and takes a seat on the corner of the bed. “Okay, shoot.”
“First off, how are we going to work sleeping arrangements? We have CJ, and I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to cart him back and forth between apartments all week.”
“That’s no problem—move in with me.”
I’m rendered speechless by his request, but I’m also afraid. “I don’t think that’s a good idea yet.”
“And why not?”
“We know so little about each other. Suppose I move in here, and it all goes to shit because I find something out about you, or you find something out about me that neither of us likes?”
“How about this then? Each night we’re together, we talk about our lives. I want to know you, Megan, I do. I squandered my chance when all we did was make love. I should have gotten to know you.”
Although I don’t regret it, all the time we spent having sex and never talking about ourselves, except for small things like what we did that day, took its toll. Sure, we spent time in bed together afterward, but it was a waste of a chance to get deeper into each other’s souls.
“I’m just as much to blame. But now we have a child, and things are different. We’re in love, but we have a ways to go before we truly know about each other.”
“Come here,” he says as he pats the bed next to him. I settle down, and he softly kisses my nose. “Would you like to talk now?”
Counter to what we’re talking about; I want him to fuck my brains out. He smells so tantalizing, and it’s obvious that he showered before he came home. But I need to hold off on my desire since he’s offering to reveal part of himself to me. Swallowing, I nod as I gather my thoughts.
I turn the question back to him. “Sure. What would you like to talk about?”
“I want to tell you about my family, but it’s going to take time. I think it’s something best saved for a weekend. I promise you’ll know soon enough.”
The mention of his family piqued my interest again. Could they be that bad? In the time we spent together, he never spoke of any family members, not his parents or a sibling, or even so much as a distant cousin. I wonder how bad it was that he’s so reserved about the topic.
“How about I tell you about mine?” I offer.
