“Tell me about it.”
“I was with this tap dancer, and he kissed me, and he’s so fucking good with his mouth—”
That was clearly an invitation.I interrupted him by kissing him, longer and deeper this time.Then the elevator pinged, and the doors opened on our floor.I pulled back a hair’s breadth.We looked at each other, then raced up the hallway to our apartment.We didn’t make it to the bedroom and ended up getting each other off on the living room floor with our coats still on.
“Going all the way on a first date?”I said.“You’re easy.”
“I was seduced,” he said, looking all innocent.“This hot tap dancer put the moves on me.”
“You’re easy on the eyes yourself, future hubs.”
I was learning to read his expressions, and he looked sad.
I nudged him.“What’s wrong?”
“I’m just picturing you naked.And I’m not pushing you to do it now.”He held me.“It’s something we have to look forward to.”
“I know.Sorry.I have to take a shower.”I disentangled myself from him, helped him to his feet, and embraced him.“You know how special you are to me?”
“Yeah, ’cause you keep telling me,” he said.
“You want me to stop?”
“Hell no.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Decision
Things went back tonormal—better than normal, because my workload dropped off after those two projects ended, and he was done filming with Jack.He was looking for work, but he wasn’t crazy busy, which meant he got up with me in the morning, and he was home in time for dinner.
I told my therapist I was engaged and how well things were going for Eddie and me.Life was good, and it was because Eddie was with me.But one thing still bothered me, apart from me not being able to sleep in the dark or take my clothes off in front of him.I figured those would happen in time.This new thing I needed to deal with now, though it scared the hell out of me.
I came home from therapy one evening and found him watching TV.He must have been able to tell from my expression something was up because he turned off the TV.
“I told my therapist we got engaged.”
“Yeah?”he said.
