by Mary
“He’ll come around,” Gwen says.
“I hope so. I would like to see him before we leave the country.”
We’re flying out in less than a month. Gwen’s proposal to Warren at News Weekly went amazingly well. They gave her the green light within a week. We were a little surprised—not that they would want to run her idea, she’s brilliant and amazing—but since Brent fired Starlee, we weren’t sure if that would affect her chances. Apparently not.
We stand there for a few more minutes in comfortable silence, gazing out at nothing but content all the same. Mostly content. There’s something going on with Brent, more than the Gwen stuff. Something he hasn’t been sharing. It’s not like him to keep things from me, but I can’t force him. I can just hope he’ll let me in, eventually.
“Are you ready to go home?” I ask finally.
We have to drop off most of her belongings in storage. We’re only taking the essentials back to my place. Our place. We’ve basically been living in each other’s pockets anyway for the last two months, so it’s not a huge change, but it feels important, meshing our earthly possessions together.
She turns in my arms. “You’re my home.”
I gasp. “That was so cheesy.”
She grins. “Yes! I win the cheeseball award today.”
“You do not. I had that line earlier, about how you mean more to me than the entire sun and universe and galaxy, remember?”
“That was so not as good as my home comment.”
“Puh-lease.” I totally win.
“I think I can change your mind.” She unzips my pants and reaches inside.
I suck a breath in between my teeth. “I’m listening.”
“We never did it in the kitchen.” Her grasp is firm and she strokes me once. Twice.
What were we talking about? I pick her up, jarring her hand out of my jeans and lifting her by the ass. Her legs straddle me, her arms looping around my neck, her lips close enough to taste.
Oh right, the kitchen. “That’s because one full-grown person can’t fit in here, let alone two.”
“I disagree.”
“Let’s test that theory, shall we?” I walk with her still wrapped around me the couple of paces it takes to get to the microscopic kitchen. I set her on the counter and glance around. “I guess we do fit.”
She kisses me then, her hands sliding against my scalp, sending goose bumps down my arms, and then she speaks against my mouth. “We fit perfectly.”
The End
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