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“Did you say you loved me?” Guess now was as good a time as any?
“Yes?” I said, bracing for her reaction.
“Okay,” she said, taking a few steps toward me. I froze, waiting for what she’d say next. It would change everything.
“That’s good, because I love you too,” she said.
I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. When I opened them again, she was still there, standing in front of me with a massive smile on her face. As if she’d just won the lottery.
“You do?” I asked, my voice squeaking.
“Yeah, I do.” She put her arms around me, and even though my hands were still wet and sticky from spilling the drink, I wrapped myself around her, our lips meeting for a kiss that felt like coming home.
“I love you,” she said, pulling back. “I was just waiting to tell you. I thought with the moving in and everything else, it might be too much.”
I stared at her. “I thought the same thing.”
She laughed. “Guess you’re rubbing off on me, Paige.”
“I have no idea if that’s a good thing or not.”
She kissed the tip of my nose. “It’s a very good thing. You’re a very good thing. The best thing.”
I kissed her again, and I didn’t know if it was possible to survive this level of happiness. I had the most beautiful, sexy, funny, sweet girl in my arms, and she loved me back and was moving in with me. How in the hell had that happened?
She’d been right here the whole time, but maybe this was how it was meant to happen. We were right, now.
“I hope you’re ready for this,” Esme said.
“I am,” I said, completely confident. “I’m ready for husky fur everywhere, and you coming home late from work, and fighting over how many pillows we have on the bed. I’m ready for all of it.”
“Wait, hold on. You’re ready for the pillow conversation?” Her eyebrows lifted, as if she doubted me.
“Yes. As long as the conversation is ‘yes, Paige can have as many pillows as she wants.’”
Esme sighed. “No. That’s not how a discussion works.”
“But it’s how I want the discussion to work,” I whined.
Esme laughed. “Living together is going to go extremely well. I don’t foresee any conflicts whatsoever.”
“Okay, I can compromise on pillows, if you can compromise on letting me handle my own haircare.”
Esme made a little pained sound. “Don’t you want to have nicer hair?”
“Don’t you want to have a more comfortable and supported sleeping experience?” I fired back.
“We are at an impasse,” she said.
“So be it.”
Stormy woke up and came over to see what was happening, and Potato followed.
“We’re not fighting,” I reassured the animals. “We’re fine. We’re just having a discussion.”
They didn’t look convinced.
“Mama Paige just thinks she needs too many pillows,” Esme said, petting Stormy.
