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Neither she nor I have ever discussed our relationship with the press. Over the years, there’s been talk about us on and off again, but we’ve never confirmed or denied anything.
“I say we do it. We’re leaving the past behind. This is part of that.”
I kiss her, slipping my tongue between her lips briefly before drawing back. I smile when I pull back. “It’s official then.We’reofficial.”
She slips off the stool and straddles me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “We should celebrate.” Her lips mash with mine and her center grinds along my growing dick.
“I like how your mind works.” I pick her up and carry her to the couch.
I’m not hungry for an omelet anyway.
* * *
Later that evening,I’m sitting out on the deck, watching Lilah do her laps in the pool, as has become our routine. The sun descends as though it’s suspended in midair, painting the sky in streaks of orange and amber. Although it’s warm out, a cooler breeze picks up off the water. Peace and contentment fall over me.
Lilah is in the early stages of her sobriety and the future isn’t certain, but this is how it always should’ve been. What our future will be. In my head, a decade from now, we’re married with maybe a kid or two. Me at the top of my game and Lilah doing whatever it is she wants to do. I smile from the visual.
Between the two of us, I’m the planner. The one who looks into the future and figures out the path to get where I want to be. Lilah was always a “don’t hold me down” girl. I’m not sure the sober Lilah is the same way, and confessing my hopes for our future could scare her. So, I’m content for now, keeping things how they are between us as boyfriend and girlfriend.
The sound of water dripping pulls my vision from the sky. Lilah’s stepping out of the pool. I want to chase every drop of water running down her smooth, tanned skin with my tongue.
She’s a vision as she steps toward me, not bothering with a towel. “I’ve been thinking…”
“That’s never good,” I joke.
She lightly slaps my shoulder before she joins me on the double lounger. “Har, har.” She presses into my side and wraps her arm around my waist.
“You’re getting me all wet.” I lean away and she squeezes me tighter, draping her leg over me.
“Well I’m always wet around you, so we’re even,” she whispers into my ear.
My dick twitches in my pants, and she laughs.
I roll my eyes. “You were saying?”
“Part of my recovery is righting my wrongs and apologizing to the people I’ve hurt. I was thinking that it might be a good idea for Tripp and me to have a conversation. I know I didn’t ever do anything specifically to him, but he helped you clean up a lot of my messes and I owe him an apology.”
Pride fills my chest. Tripp’s my closest friend, besides Lilah.
“I think he’d really appreciate it.” I kiss the top of her head.
“We might never be best friends, but for your sake, I hope we can figure out a way to be in same room without ripping each other’s head off.”
I chuckle, and she rests her chin on my chest, looking up at me.
“That’s the criteria, is it? Just to be able to be around one another without killing each other?”
She smiles. “Ideally, we’ll eventually grow to like one another, but baby steps. With our past, it’ll take time for him to trust me. He saw me hurt you so many times… now that I have a clear head, I don’t blame him. He was only being a good friend to you.”
The guilt and shame in her voice cuts me with a dull knife.
“Hey.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “Fresh start, remember?”
She nods and digs her chin into my chest, which makes me wiggle to the side because it half hurts, half tickles.
“Are you ticklish?” She grins, rising over me and straddling me. “How did I not know you’re ticklish?”
Her grin shines from ear to ear. She tries to get her hands under my arms, but I fight her off. She shifts gears to my neck, but I squeeze my chin down. We both laugh, and I tickle her ribs until she’s laughing so hard she can’t catch her breath and falls into my chest.
