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“Don’t you ever leave ever again,” I told him, pressing a bruising kiss to his lips.
He chuckled, kissing me back for just a moment before he motioned with his head to get me moving.
I grabbed one of the pull-y bags and he reluctantly gave it up, hurrying to the car.
“I don’t remember you bringing this much luggage to Florida,” I said, trying to heft up the bag into the trunk, but holy shit, it was heavy!
“I was going to ship everything back, but it was actually more expensive than just getting some second-hand luggage and paying for the extra luggage fees.”
Ever my money-saving man. I loved that about him. It made me feel a little better about my miserly tendencies. He knew when to pinch and when to splurge. What an oddly attractive quality in a man.
“Saving money? You’re already starting the foreplay, huh?” I asked him with a grin.
Ashton laughed, sending the most loving smile back to me, it made my breath catch in my throat.
He dumped one suitcase in the trunk with the duffel, then managed the other bag into the back seat.
“Ready to go home?” I asked him, realizing that it actually was home for him now. This was the moment that he officially moved in.
“So Goddamn ready,” he agreed, sinking into the passenger seat.
Reaching over, he pressed his palm onto my thigh as I started to drive, not a complaint on his lips that he wasn’t the one behind the wheel. I supposed that told me how tired he was.
“Any headaches?” I asked him.
He shook his head as we got back into traffic and headed out of the airport.
“No, I’ve been good. Just anxious to get back here to you.”
Aww! That was enough to melt a girl’s heart.
“God, I’m so glad you’re back,” I murmured, putting my hand on top of his, squeezing his fingers in mine.
I glanced over long enough to see him watching me, a small smile tipping his lips.
“Soooo,” I drawled as we got closer to the apartment, “You’ve got a big forty coming up before too long. How would you feel if I threw you a bash for your birthday?”
He groaned.
“Don’t use that number around me,” he snarled playfully. “I’ll be perpetually thirty-nine until you catch up.”
I honked out a laugh that made him laugh, too.
“Babe, there’s no changing the fact that you’re an old man and you are dating the newer model. Get over it and start enjoying it.”
“Newer model,” he mused, his hand on my thigh sliding inwards and up until his fingertips brushed against the crotch seam of my jeans. “Does that apply if there was no original model?”
“Yes,” I stated simply.
He nodded, as if that was all the confirmation he needed.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing with me, Frey,” he sighed. “But I’m damn appreciative of whatever delirious state you’ve been suffering through for the last few months.”
“Months? Try years.” I gave him a sidelong glance. “I wish you’d stop minimizing the things I feel for you. Like I’m half out of my mind or something.”
The easy, teasing mood disappeared under those two sentences.
“Aren’t you, though?”
