I slide into her at the same time she arches her back off the bed. “I love you,” I say as my forehead rests on hers.
Her hands come up to hold my face as she pants. “I love you,” she says, my tongue sliding back into her mouth as I try not to pound into her. “Harder.” She lets go of my lips and I slam into her. “Yes,” she whispers, wrapping her legs and arms around me. My face buried in her neck, I slam into her over and over again. She thrusts her hips up to meet mine and squeezes my cock so hard I don’t move in her. “Matthew.” My name is on her lips, as she jumps over the ledge, and I’m not far behind her with her name on my lips as well. I collapse on top of her, her limbs going weak around me, falling to the side.
“Do you want to take a shower with me?” I kiss her neck, pulling her closer and closer to me.
“Okay,” she agrees and then wraps herself around me again. I walk to the bathroom, turning on the bathroom light.
I finally see her face and notice her eyes are red. “Why were you crying?”
“Who says I was crying?” she huffs as I place her ass on the counter before turning and starting the shower. She turns to look at herself in the mirror and then gasps. “I was feeling sorry for myself.” She gets down and tries to fix her hair.
“You wouldn’t have had to feel sorry for yourself if you would have answered my texts or phone calls,” I tell her, bending to kiss her neck.
She cocks her head to the side. “I wouldn’t have had to feel sorry for myself if you just—” I don’t even wait for her to say anything. I just press my lips to hers. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she says once I let go of her lips.
“You going to re-meet my family?” I ask, bending and kissing her neck.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, looking up at me. “I think I have to. My parents are coming down with my grandparents.”
“This would be a perfect time to ask your father for your hand in marriage,” I suggest, watching her face as she glares at me.
“That would be the opposite of a perfect time to ask for anything,” she declares and pushes me away from her.
I can’t help but laugh. “Well, my parents are coming into town tomorrow morning so I said we would meet them for lunch.” Her mouth opens and then closes. “They can come here, or we can go to my house.”
“I don’t…” she says, and I put up my hand.
“She never lived in my house,” I assure her. “But it’s on the market, and from what my mom said, it looks like it’s sold.”
“You’re selling your house?” she asks, shocked.
“I’m selling my house. We’re moving in with each other,” I inform her, “and we aren’t getting a fucking Ring camera.”
She laughs at the last part. “We’re moving in with each other?”
“Yes.” I nod my head.
“You could just move in here,” she says, and I fold my arms over my chest.
“Who bought this house?” I ask, knowing full well who bought the house. She doesn’t say anything. “Exactly, so we are going to be looking for a house. I’m going to buy said house, and then we are moving in with each other.” Her eyebrows go up. “And then we are going to get married and have babies.”
“Why can’t we both buy the house?” she asks, and I roll my eyes and then laugh.
“Because I take care of you from this point on.” Her eyes go into slits. “Whatever you need, I’m going to be the one taking care of you.”
“And if I say no?” she asks.
“Do you love me?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes at me. “Do you not want to go to bed with each other every night?” I don’t wait for her to answer. “Because I want to go to bed with you every night I’m home. I want a house with you where we combine all our shit. Where we put up frames. Where you yell at me for leaving my socks beside the basket and not in it.” I smirk at her. “I want to know that you are in our bed when I’m on the road. Now, is that too much to ask?”
She looks at me, this woman I let go of all those years ago. The woman who has owned my whole heart since I met her. Here, in the middle of her bathroom, in the middle of the night, she agrees with me. “Fine,” she huffs, walking toward the shower, “let’s move in together.”
sofia
“What do you think about this?” I say, stepping out of the walk-in closet. Matthew turns his attention from the phone in his hand to me. He is lying on top of the bed dressed in blue jeans and a white T-shirt with a baseball hat on his head.