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Van manhandled me, and the next thing I knew, I was face down on our bed, and he was licking a path down my back and over my ass.
His confidence—and dominance—in the bedroom had grown over the past two weeks.
He was growing more vocal about what he wanted and was curious about. I, in turn, was only too happy to be his tutor.
But he wasn’t the only one learning new things.
I’d discovered that intimacy with him meant letting my guard down. Showing him the side of me that others rarely saw.
It gave an added depth to our sex life, to our music making, to everything.
Now I understood the intensity of being with your other half.
Van was mine. No question.
I wanted everything with him: a home, a future, a family.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he slid his body over mine, his hands running up my arms until they grasped mine, our fingers interlocking tightly.
My heart was running at a furious pace.
“I want everything with you,” I admitted in a shaky voice. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more,” he countered.
Then, we showed each other exactly what we meant.
CHAPTER38
VAN
A WEEK LATER
Life with Brodie in private was incredible.
Life with Brodie in public took our relationship to a whole new level of intensity.
We’d been busy all week—me fielding inquiring calls from friends and coworkers about Brodie and my (former) job, and Brodie doing pretty much the same. They were all kind, offering us support in any way they could.
I knew I’d done the right thing by resigning, but I also recognized that the reality of this enormous change in my life hadn’t hit yet.
Earlier this week, Brodie and I finally ventured outside the gates of his cottage and drove to Providence. With our security team, of course.
We had interviews set up—or, rather, he had interviews. I was there as his partner, no longer as his rep working for Bandit Music.
Before, I’d only had the occasional fan who recognized me from events. But now?
We stopped at a bookstore after the interviews and were mobbed by a crowd eager for selfies. I still couldn’t quite believe it until Dawson and Regan had to usher us out of there as the number of people around us multiplied exponentially.
I’d never felt so strangely anxious and numb at the same time. Like this was happening to me, but it hadn’t fully registered yet. For someone who’d spent most of their life working with entertainers and the press, I found the barrage of attention overwhelming.
People were eager to know how we met, how long we’d been in love, and what our plans were. Most were well-meaning, but some were aggressive.
Then there were the online trolls.
Brodie warned me to stay off socials for a while, and he’d been right.
All this to say that it had only been a week since we’d officially come out as a couple, since I was out myself, and I was admittedly feeling the stress.
