Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Are you okay?” I ask him as he walks to me.
“Took the stairs, the elevator was taking too long,” he explains.
“Aww,” I hear Lexi from behind me, “he sounds like he would run into a burning building.”
“Obviously, he’s not going to get any better than me.”
“Tell me you love yourself without telling me you love yourself.” Kylie laughs. “I’ll go first.”
“You okay?” I feel his hands on my hips and look up to see the front of his hair fall onto his forehead.
“I am now.” I wrap my arms around him. “Will you take me home?”
“Which home?” Lexi asks, knowing she’s going to be starting something. It’s been three months since he’s proposed to me. Three months that I have been dragging my feet to move in with him. Why? I have no idea. I think it’s just my way of not giving into him. Even though I haven’t slept in that house in over four months.
“Our home,” Zane says, “the one where all her stuff is at.”
“Not all my stuff.” I roll my eyes. “I do have a couple of things still left at the other house.”
“Mail doesn’t count,” Kylie teases, laughing. “Just give in already. I did and look at me now,” she says, putting her hand on her belly where her little baby bump is barely visible.
“We should be going.” I slide my hand into Zane’s. “I need a bottle of wine and a bath.”
We walk out of the office and I don’t even think about my car, knowing I’ll come and get it tomorrow. We walk into the house, and I head straight for the stairs. “Want to talk about it?” Zane asks me when I start the bath.
“I love you,” I tell him, “like with my whole heart.” He leans against the bathroom door. “And I want to have children with you.”
“That’s good to know.” He gives me one of his smirks that makes my heart flutter.
“I also want you to know how lucky you are to have me.” I give him my own smirk.
“You don’t have to remind me,” he replies as I pull my shirt off me and toss it to the side.
“After walking out on me all those times.” I point at him and his eyebrows shoot up.
“You walked away from me each time,” he reminds me like he always does.
“Yeah, but you never chased me, so technically you made me walk away.” I pull off my pants. “But anyway, today I sat there and listened to someone tell their story and the only thing I could think of was that I was so lucky I had you to come home to.”
“For the rest of your life.” He pulls his shirt off and I see the new ink he added to his chest. It’s the words “I Love You” written in my handwriting, with the date we got engaged under it, the same day he won the Cup.
“We should make it official,” I tell him, getting naked and then slipping into the bath. “Like I should officially move in with you.”
“Baby,” he says, getting into the tub with me, something he doesn’t do often but he’s done a few times, “you already officially live with me.” He reaches out and grabs me so I can straddle him as he wraps his arms around me. “You are in our bed every night,” he reminds me. “Your clothes hang in our closet.” I turn my head to lay it on his shoulder. “I don’t care where your mail is delivered,” I laugh, “but it would be nice to have it here.”
“Fine,” I sigh, “I’ll move in with you.”
An hour later, I’m on the phone with my father. “I’m calling to give you news,” I tell him as I pluck a chip from the bag Zane is eating.
“If you are calling me to tell me you are pregnant,” he hisses, “I’m going to be pissed.” I can’t help but laugh.
“No,” I say, sighing deeply, “but I’m moving in with Zane.”
He barks out in laughter. “Good. I’m going to need his address to send your things to.”
I gasp, “Wow, tell me I’m not your favorite without telling me I’m not your favorite. You are just tossing me out of my own home.”
“You live in California,” he reminds me, “this house is in Dallas. It’s safe to say you moved out.”
“Well, it’s good to know I can never come back.”
I see Zane roll his eyes. “Dramatic much?”
“Well, I just changed my mind. I’m not moving in with Zane after all.” I look at Zane, who picks up his can of beer and takes a pull. “I have to go now.”
I hang up on him and toss my phone to the side. “You are lucky I love you, Zane, and I know how good the sex is, or else you would not be worth it.”