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“To be continued…”
This time, when I stand from the bed, Aiden doesn’t object, he steps out of the way, and lets me leave the room to get ready.
I’m showered and dressed within twenty minutes; hair blown out too.
I learned at a young age that quick showers are imperative. Especially when the hot water barely works, and there’s only enough for a five-minute shower.
Now, years later, I still don’t waste the heat.
When I walk into the kitchen, I find Aiden sitting at the countertop of the island. He must hear my footsteps because he pushes the stool back and strides over to me.
“Ready?”
“Yep.”
“Good.” He leans down and takes my lips with his. I sigh into his mouth. Every time he touches me, it feels like a heavenly dream, one I never want to wake up from.
My eyes close, and I wrap my arm around his neck to deepen the kiss. He laughs against my lips and pulls away, making me whimper. “Now that I’ve done that, let’s go.”
“You suck.” I playfully stick my tongue out at him.
He laughs at that. “I do. And I promise if you’re a good girl today, I’ll do just that.”
That makes me groan. “Tease.”
Now I’m all hot and bothered and being forced to leave. Mean man.
“Okay, enough stalling, though. Let’s go.”
Aiden reaches his hand out and takes mine in his. Then he leads us out of the apartment and to the elevator.
Within minutes, we’re back in his Jeep and driving to God knows where.
It isn’t until we’re pulling up to a small college that I know where we are. But the question is why.
“What are we doing here?”
Pulling over and into a spot, he throws the car in park. Then he’s pivoting in his seat to look at me.
Our gaze locks. A world of emotions plays within his beautiful blue eyes.
Reaching out, he takes my hand in his, lifts it to his mouth, and places a kiss on my knuckles. “You said you wanted to get your master’s in social work. Redville University has a great program.”
“We’re here for me?” My heart hammers in my chest.
“Yeah. I thought we could look around. Speak to admissions.”
“You want me to go to school in Redville.” My words come out low, almost a whisper. Almost like I’m afraid to voice my question for the fear it might not mean what I hope it means. Does this mean he wants more? That he sees a future here.
I’m scared to hope.
“I do.”
If someone had told me when I first started this insane journey with him, that we would be here right now, looking at a school for me, I’d have said they were crazy.
But here we are.
Now the question is, what to do with this?
