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He’d been hinting at my giving him a key to the condo for weeks now, and even though I’d had one made for him while he was wrapping up in New York, teasing him about it had become too much fun.
“Think you’ll ever let me read that screenplay?” I fired back, and his head started shaking.
“You play dirty.”
“I play fair.”
He made a tsk sound before kissing me again, and it took all my strength not to hop into his arms and straddle his waist. When we broke the kiss, he held me tight.
“You need to move some of your things into the Santa Monica place. I know we barely stay out there right now, but it will be easier for whenever we do,” he suggested, his tone uncertain, like he wasn’t entirely sure how much pushback I’d give him on the matter.
“That would make things easier,” I agreed because it would be nice not to have to pack each time I stayed the night there.
We had decided that it was smartest for Tyson to keep his condo in Santa Monica, as opposed to sell it, in case he had to work out there. The commute from Newport to Hollywood or Burbank would be a pain in the ass, and that was a logical solution that made the most sense.
Plus, if I took on work in the area, I’d have a place to stay now too. It was very much a win-win situation for us both, and it made me feel relieved instead of stressed. I had always dreaded taking jobs out there, but now, I could look forward to it instead, if I wanted.
In the meantime, however, he stayed here. It had been his idea. He’d said he wanted to support me and see my business thrive and that there was no reason to be so far away from each other if we didn’t have to be.
“And because I obviously love you more than you love me, I already made you a key,” he said, pulling it from his pocket. It was decorated with palm trees and sand castles. “That way, you know it’s for our place at the beach.”
“Our place?”
“Babe, I’m not into wasting any more time when it comes to you. I did enough of that to last me a lifetime. What’s mine is yours.”
I smiled at him and palmed the gift before walking over to my nightstand and pulling open the drawer. Staring at the silver key inside, I reached for it and walked back over to Tyson.
“What is that?” he asked, turning his hand over, palm side up. I dropped the key into it, and he smirked. “Is this real?”
“Of course it’s real,” I answered with a laugh.
“How long have you—” He didn’t finish asking his question before I answered it.
“Long enough.”
“Maybe you do love me as much as I love you.”
“Maybe.” I shrugged, and he kissed me again.
“We’d better get out there before they try to make a baby on your couch,” he said, and I shook my head to rid myself of the mental image.
“Tyson. Gross.”
“What? I’m just being honest. They can’t keep their hands off each other.”
“It’s your fault.”
“My fault?”
“You introduced them!”
He nodded. “Eh. I’d do it again too. But if anyone’s making a baby on that couch, it’s me and you. Let’s go.”
He reached for my hand, and I tried to pretend like he hadn’t just said that while secretly loving that he had.
When we walked out, I braced myself for what we might be walking into.
“It is pretty quiet out there,” I whispered as we headed down the hall.
