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His eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”
“Really,” I say confidently.
I’m looking forward to getting back and starting the next chapter of our lives together.
37
DYLAN
LOLA HOLDS MY HAND AS we climb down the steps of the private jet, letting go as soon as her feet touch the tarmac.
“Gigi, Papa,” she exclaims as she runs towards my parents.
I turn around and reach out my hand to help Marlow down the last couple of stairs, clasping her hand tightly in mine. She seems surprised to see my family here to welcome us home. The only people missing are Jack and Presley. They’re visiting next month for family pictures, and my mom is thrilled at the prospect of having everyone gathered under one roof for a few days.
It’s hard to believe that Marlow is really back in Aspen Grove. I’ve been counting down to this moment for the last three months.
We spent the past week soaking up every minute we had in Paris. The weekend was spent sightseeing, and on the days Marlow had class, Lola and I explored.
In the evenings, after Lola went to bed, Marlow and I stayed up well into the early morning hours. She’s been fucking insatiable since we reunited, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed worshiping every inch of her body, making up for lost time.
Thank god, she agreed to move in with me because I need her in my bed every night from now on, no exceptions.
The next time she wants to go to Paris or anywhere else, we can go as a family because I can’t bear the idea of being apart from her again.
“Oh, Marlow, we’re so happy you’re home,” my mom gushes, pulling her in for a hug.
“It’s so good to be back,” she says, grinning from ear to ear.
“Welcome home.” My dad gives her a side hug as he holds Lola in his arms.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter when I see Cash holding up a sign that reads World’s Best Dog Trainer. Harrison stands beside him with a smirk on his lips as he holds back Waffles from darting toward Marlow.
What are they up to?
“Oh my gosh, did you finally train Waffles?” Marlow asks me when she sees the sign.
It’s a topic of conversation I avoided while she was in Paris.
“Sure, if you count teaching him to sit,” Cash playfully mocks. “Why don’t you show her, Dylan?”
Harrison gives me an amused look as he walks towards us with Waffles leading the way. When they get closer, I block Waffles’ view of Marlow, so I have his undivided attention.
“Waffles, sit,” I command, raising my hand like we’ve practiced.
After the third try, I’m relieved when he actually stops. However, instead of sitting down like I’ve taught him, he sniffs the air and spins in a circle, chasing his tail.
What the hell?
“Um, Dylan, I think you broke my dog,” Marlow says as she peeks over my shoulder.
When Cash and Harrison erupt into laughter, my suspicions are confirmed that they’re up to something. Sure enough, when I look closer, I spot a piece of a dog treat loosely tied to the end of Waffles’ tail.
I crouch beside him, placing my hand on his back to settle him down as I untie the treat from his tail and bring it up to his nose.
“Waffles sit,” I order again with my hand held out.
He tilts his head as if contemplating whether it’s worth complying before sitting on his haunches.
