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“Good.”
“And then…” I frown. “What do we do then?”
“Then we get on with living.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “I like the sound of that. But what about the commute between here and New York?”
“We’ll work it out,” he says, sounding sure of himself. “It’s five hundred miles. That’s nothing.”
“Eli?” I say.
“Yes, beautiful?”
“I need to tell you something else.”
“You can tell me anything. You know that.”
I want to tell him I love him. That I trust him. That I’ve never felt like this for anybody before.
But fear pushes the words down. I start to garble. “The guy I kind of dated. The one I wore no panties for…”
“Yeah?” His voice sounds tight.
“Isabella got with him afterward.”
“What?”
I swallow hard. “Just for a little while, they lived together. It ended up a complete mess.” I don’t tell him I was the one to get her packed and back home. “But yeah, after everything that happened we didn’t really keep in touch.”
“Mac, I…” He trails off. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault,” I tell him. “Anyway, it’s old history. And I’m so glad it is. I think Isabella and I might finally fix our relationship. I’m so glad she came here. And I’m glad my family will be here, too. It’s time for me to stop hiding who I am.”
There’s silence for a moment.
“Did I say too much?” I ask him.
“No, not at all. I’m glad you told me. I’m just sorry you had to go through all of that.”
“It was a long time ago,” I tell him, really feeling it this time.
“Yeah, it was.”
I put my laptop to the side of the bed – the side where Eli usually sleeps, and snuggle down, my phone still in my hand. “Where are you now?” I ask him.
“I’m in my bedroom. Just took off my shoes.”
“Will you keep talking to me while you get ready for bed?” I ask him.
“Of course.”
And he does, his voice low as he tells me about his night with his brother and sister-in-law, about the steak he ate, and the chocolate dessert Sophie had but Liam stole. I snuggle against his pillow – it still smells of him and it makes me feel all warm inside, as I listen to his low voice, my eyes getting heavy.
When I wake up in the morning, the phone is still on the pillow beside me, completely out of battery. He must have talked me to sleep, and I like that too much.
I love it.
I love him.
