And every night, I thought.
She let her head fall back against me, her mouth open. She didn’t answer me in words, but the fact that she’d pressed her lips to mine told me everything I needed to know.
“Come with me,” I whispered into her hair.
She let out a cry, screaming my name as I chased her orgasm. My own followed just after, leaving us breathless and sated.
It was only later, as we were snacking on some cheese and crackers on the floor by the Christmas tree, that I finally thanked her for the decorations.
“You did a great job on the decorations. Thank you.”
“I hoped you wouldn’t mind. We’ll have to take them all down before theCasa Beautifulshoot, though.”
Right. The photo shoot. Of course.
Lauren was always thinking about work, and I was always thinking about her. I’d bared my heart to her, and her comment was like a punch to the gut. A reminder that, come January, she’d be done decorating my home and wouldn’t need me anymore.
What would happen to us then?
