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“So did I. I can still remember how much I dreaded having to spend the night without you.”
“You don’t have to… ever again. Tomorrow’s Sunday, so we can start moving your things in, and…”
“Is this you not rushing me?” she says, although I can hear the tease in her voice.
“No, this is me not wasting any more time.” She nods her head, smiling her acceptance. “It’s the most precious thing we have, baby… apart from each other.”
“And our love.”
“And our love…”
Epilogue
Livia
I’d wondered if Hunter was joking when he said we were going to move my things the day after he brought me back to the city… but he wasn’t.
We may not have moved everything on that Sunday, but we made a start, completing the task last weekend. I didn’t have very much to move, and I’m sure we could have done it a lot faster if we hadn’t continually been tempted to make use of my couch, that spent the entire time as a bed.
At one stage, I even suggested we should get someone in to help. We were lying, naked, curled up together in the twisted sheets.
“Why? I’m enjoying myself,” Hunter replied.
“I think that much is obvious. But we’re not getting very much done.”
“Yes, we are. I’m learning a lot about you.”
I rolled him onto his back then, lying on top of him. “Such as?”
“You’re not great at keeping house.”
I sat up, straddling him. “Well… thanks.”
He chuckled, resting his hands on my thighs, probably in case I was thinking of getting up. I wasn’t, but he didn’t know that. “I wasn’t trying to offend you.”
“Oh? What were you trying to do?”
“Tell you what I’ve learned about you.” He sat up, bringing me with him, and cradled me in his lap, looking down at me. “I know this is a couch, but I’ve never seen it as one… not even when we used to come by here before to collect your things, and even though most of your clothes are at my place, your closet is a disaster. Your books are all over the floor…”
“They’re not all over the floor. They’re stacked on the floor. There’s a difference.”
He nodded his head, then tipped me onto my back, nestling between my legs, and smiling down at me. “I’m not criticizing, Livia. I’m no good at keeping house, either.”
“Really? Your place is immaculate.”
“Yeah, because someone else does all that for me.”
“I know they do in Newport, but…”
“They do here, too.”
I frowned at him. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Mrs. Edmonds comes in three times a week.”
“How have I not noticed her?”
He bent his head, kissing me. “Because she comes in when we’re at work.”
