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In a terrible fake Italian accent, he says, “Big fat sausage.” Then, with a big grin, he flips the apron up and flashes me. I can’t help but giggle. This is the first time I’ve seen Phillip in two weeks, and this is how he’s decided to greet me.
“I love you.” The weariness from traveling fades as I say those words. I wave to his crotch and say, “And I love you, too.” When I see him smile, I ask, “Did you actually make dinner?”
He grins. “You’ve missed two weeks of home-cooked meals, and I couldn’t think of a better way to remind my love of what she’s missing at home.”
“I missed a lot more than your cooking,” I say as I set the suitcase down next to the closet. “You, for example.”
As I walk over to him, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my cheek against his chest.
He instantly pulls away. “Ow!” he says.
I let go and frown at him. I hurt him? With a hug?
“I… I need to apologize for something I said back when I lived with you.” He unties the apron and lets it fall to the floor, so he’s standing naked in front of me. I don’t quite understand why he did that, but I’m not complaining. “Well, I was making chicken carbonara and wanted to be naked when you got home, but when I was cooking bacon…”
That’s when I see the angry red dots on his chest that have been covered in ointment. “You got bacon burns on your tits, didn’t you?” I ask, unable to hold back the giggles.
“Yes. And let me tell you, bacon burns on your nipples are the worst.”
“Are you okay?” I’m having a hard time not giggling even more. “I can’t believe you didn’t wear at least the apron. I thought you were paying attention.”
He chuckles and turns toward the kitchen. “Oh, I was paying attention. Just not to anything other than your ass. Now, come eat before it gets cold.”
As he walks into the kitchen completely naked, I run up behind him and grab his ass. “Hey now, you’re not even going to give me a kiss? You haven’t seen me in two weeks, and you care more about dinner than about kissing me?”
Phillip whirls around and puts both hands on my cheeks, holding me in place as he presses his lips to mine. There are kisses, and there are kisses that make your legs shake.
And there is no lack of quivering in me as he shows me just how much he’s missed me. If I didn’t know better, he’d been stressed about me being gone this entire time.
“Nothing’s more important than you,” he whispers.
“I was just playing,” I whisper back, still trying to catch my breath.
His thumb runs over my cheek as he pulls his hands away, and I catch him breathing heavily, too.
My hand moves over his abs. “Show me to my dinner, boss. I just hope that your big fat sausage will be ready after I eat the carbonara. I’ve been craving it for too long.”
He chuckles, and in that terrible Italian accent, he says, “It’s always ready for you. Once, twice, even three times a day.”
I like Phillip like this. It’s six o’clock on a Friday, and he’s laughing and smiling after making dinner for me. This is what I’d wanted when the two of us were playing house in my apartment for that month.
All my dreams have come true. I’m a wildly successful debut author. The man I love with all my heart is doing what he loves at work, yet he still has time to make dinner for me. He still gets to spend weekends with me.
“Go make plates. I’m starving and that smells wonderful.” I can’t help but stare at him as he walks toward the cabinets. He may just be the perfect man, but truthfully, I don’t think I’d be happy if my life was all about him. I had that when I first moved in with him.
Now, it’s not about him. It’s about us. Both of us supporting each other, both of us experiencing life together. That’s the real dream.
A partner in crime. A soulmate. My other half.
No matter what happens, we won’t be separated. We may fight and argue, but no disagreement will ever break us apart anymore than I could split into two. That’s what really changed. We were two halves, and now we’ve both become whole.
Phillip is mine, and I am his. And together, we’re going to be happier than I could have ever imagined.
Epilogue
ADDISON
Snow is fallingin the city as I hang the last ornaments on the tree. Sure, I probably should have gotten them up earlier, but I’m in the middle of writing my second book, and it’s hard to walk away when I’m invested in another entire world.
