His one true love.
“I'll even leave this at home. Just once.”
He’s actually serious.
Should I be concerned?
“What have you done with my Marco?” I tease. “He would never go anywhere without that thing. He even showers with it.”
“That wasonetime, and I left it on top of the laundry basket,” he huffs.
My smile softens.
“Okay, Mr Spontaneous. Why not?” I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. “Let’s see where the road takes us.”
“I'm raiding your closet, by the way.” He begins rifling through my shirts. “If we go back to mine, I might start overthinking this.”
“Take your pick. What's mine is yours.”
I’m still in disbelief that this is actually happening.
We wrangle clothes from hangers with increasing speed.
He holds up a silky button-down.
Definitely his colour.
“I could wear this.” He rolls it carefully and lays it inside the suitcase. “And these.”
Two pairs of pants. Another shirt.
“Promise you'll wear it without buttoning it all the way to the collar like a nun.”
I give his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Bohemian Marco? I could embrace that.”
This will be the first time we’ve ever left the city together overnight.
A rare opportunity to leave it all behind and just be us.
“I already have shoes,” he adds. “But I’m gonna need to steal a pair of your boxer shorts.”
I lean against the doorframe, willing to make a compromise.
“You can wear them. On the condition that I get to steal them back whenever I choose.”
He kisses me slowly, in a way that leaves me breathless.
“Deal.”
We zip the suitcase shut.
No lists. No planning.
This has never happened before.
And I need to make the most of it.
