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“Is that what’s really bothering you? Or is it because you feel that you’ll lose your sense of independence?”
“A bit of both,” she admitted and I appreciated the honesty. “You’re one person, there’s no crowd. I do work a lot, I own half the world, but I’d drop everything to be at your feet. I’ve not taken a random trip in three months. You’re best friends with Ronan, Bryce doesn’t visit anymore, Lucio only comes when it’s important, Reyes is trustworthy, Mikkel is well himself, and you love my sister and as it relates to your independence, we’ll just have to meet each other in the middle.”
She laughed. “You have it all figured out, don’t you? I just don’t want us to move too fast and then ruin what we have going on,” she implored.
“All the times we’ve been separated have never been on my account, Azzaria. I can’t change my past, you can’t change yours, we just have to move forward, and if you keep doubting that we won’t work, then what’s the point?” I could understand all the pain she felt in her past, and I knew she was getting help to get on with her life, but at some point, the past would have to stay in the past, or we won’t have any progress.
“You’re right.” She sighed. “It’s just scary because it’s so good, and I don’t normally get good things or people.”
“Your first and last, precious.” I kissed her cheek. “Your first and last. I’m yours, Azzaria. All yours.”
“All mine,” she whispered and smiled to herself. “We’ll talk about that soon. I have a week left to make a decision. Speaking of houses, I have the plan for the renovation done. Wanna see it?”
I nodded, and she jumped up from my desk, grabbing my laptop. “What’s the pa—”
“Precious.”
“Yes? I was asking you what the password is.”
“The password is precious, in all caps,” I said flatly.
“That’s so cute. We’re like a high school couple,” she said with hysterics.
“I find it revolting how you’re comparing our relationship to that of high schoolers, but continue.”
“Found it!” She exclaimed and opened a PowerPoint presentation. I looked at her with a puzzling expression. Where the hell did she get time to make a 50-slide presentation?
“You are something else,” I said, and she giggled. “You made a PowerPoint.”
“I made a PowerPoint!” She squealed.
What am I gonna do with her?
Azzaria
Today has been nothing short of extraordinary. My weekend was dedicated to working on a presentation and digital drawings for a real estate project. Dillon entrusted me with this task, and I was determined to do it well. He had the resources, and I had the talent, a perfect partnership.
Things with Dillon were moving fast, yet it felt so slow, but I wasn’t scared. I had tried my best to stay far from love since Matthew, but Dillon was different. He wanted to stay, and I couldn’t understand why.
I had little time to get dressed, so I hurriedly put on black jeans and a cropped sweatshirt. He said we’re going out and it was one of the surprise outings.
“You look great,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “But something’s different. It’s the jeans, you normally wear dark blue, never black but you’re still perfect either way.” No one had ever noticed every little detail before, and one would think that it would be scary, but it wasn’t. It was somewhat comforting to know that he cared so much, he noticed everything.
“Thank you and yes, I bought them yesterday.”
“They’re sexy. You’re sexy.”
“Thank you.”
I released a strong breath and smiled at him. My heart and soul were infected with butterflies. I never thought I’d live to see the day where I was so swept by one person. A man at that. But here I am, breaking every single rule I fought so hard to keep in place for one man.
A man who’s worth it. Mine.
As we arrived at our destination, I saw a group of women who turned out to be my favorite authors. Meeting them was a teenage dream come true, and I was overwhelmed with emotion.
He was so getting laid.
If he got any more romantic, I might have had to burst into a million pieces. I was just grateful for everything he had been doing. It got very much and overwhelming, but it just made life feel like it was worth it.
