“No, it’s my turn,” Coop says.
“Blair, get this,” Jules says.“Magnus thought we’d all want to share our Chinese food.”
He rolls his eyes.“Because that’s what you do.”
“But you asked all of us what we wanted.”
“Right, because I wanted to make sure we had some of what everyone wanted.Then I got a bunch more stuff, so we could all share.Or not, since you almost bit my hand off over the General Tso’s chicken.”
“Bro, if you want General Tso’s chicken, order some.”
“I did—I got three of them.”
“I’m starving,” I say.“You said there’re leftovers?”
“So many leftovers,” Jules says.“I’m going to make sure my dance record stays safe; you guys go hang out and eat.”
Magnus and I go upstairs, and once we’re alone in the kitchen, he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me.
“Hi,” I say against his lips.
“Hi.How was your day?”
“It was long, but good.”
He kisses me again, then releases me and gestures to the island.
“There should be something there you’ll like.”
It’s an understatement.There are multiple orders of fried rice, lo mein, egg rolls, crab Rangoon, and General Tso’s chicken.
“This is going to last us for days,” I say.“Thanks for getting it.”
“I took the boys to a place that sells video games and we found this.They wanted to eat at home instead of going out so we could play it.”
“Did you dance?”I ask as I get a plate from the cabinet.
“I did.It’s fun; you should try it.”
“You bought it?”
“I bought it.We can dance anytime we want.”
It feels so domesticated, him talking about “we” while I eat the Chinese food he brought over.Every day we’ve been together has inched my heart closer to him.I’m not sorry we decided to go for it instead of worrying about what might happen, but it’ll be hard to adjust to a life without him here often, especially after several more months of it.
He glances at the basement door and speaks in a low tone.“My agent called earlier.”
My heart pounds nervously.“And?”
He crosses his arms.“Seattle wants a verbal commitment.”
We’ve had a few conversations about this.The money Seattle is offering is staggering to me.Seattle is so far away, but the team’s GM is offering what he’s been working toward his entire career—security for his family.
“I said no,” he says.
My stomach spins, unsure whether this is a good or a bad thing.
“Because of me?”
