My heart.
My body.
My soul.
My life.
Harrison comes hard, grunting and pushing himself deeper. The clarity of this moment makes me realize that I am his, and he is mine.
He kisses me softly, his mouth lingering over mine. My breath catches when he moves away from me. He holds me in his hands until my feet are planted on the ground. I look down at myself and shake my head. I move to right myself, but he bats my hands way. He adjusts my dress, placing small kisses along my cleavage. He bends and in one fell swoop has me in his arms.
My arm wraps around his neck. My fingers play with the back of his hair. He walks faster, once we reach the top of the stairs, his feet shuffling. I look at him, confused.
“I forgot to button my jeans,” he explains as he tries not to laugh.
My heart sinks when I look around his room. Boxes line the walls, ready to be moved back to Los Angeles. He sits me on his bed. I can’t look at him for fear he’ll see the heartbreak. Am I enough to keep him here?
Harrison uses his finger and thumb to lift my chin. His thumb caresses my lower lip. My tongue reaches out to taste him.
“Ask me,” he demands.
“Stay,” I say quietly. “Stay here and be with me. Stay and be a family.” I stand so were body to body. I take his hand in mine and press it to my heart. “Stay and love me, love us.”
He captures my lips with his with such urgency I have to grab onto his shoulders for fear I’m going to fall. He picks me up and lays me on the bed gracefully. He hovers over me, his eyes boring into mine.
“I love you.”
“I love you, Harrison.”
MY skin pebbles as his fingers map out their destination. I think he’s touched every inch of my body, some places more than once. But who’s keeping track? I’m not. I lay in his bed, surrounded by him. His naked body is pressed to my side as he writes his name on my stomach.
“When did you know?” he asks.
“Know what?”
“That you loved me?”
“The night I came to pick up the girls, they were coloring on you and it’s what Peyton said and the way you were with them. I knew my heart was yours even if I was having a hard time letting it go.”
He pulls me closer to him, burying his face in my hair.
“The movers will be here soon,” he says in a whisper.
I roll over and face him, my hand cupping his cheek. “Move in with me.”
His grin grows as my words sink in. “Your house is too small and so is this one. I’ll buy us a new one.”
I shake my head. “My father-in-law he…” I take a deep breath. I know Harrison will never ask me to stop loving Mason. I respect him for that. But will he be able to live in a house where my husband grew up? That I don’t know. “He wants to travel and can’t take care of his house. It’s big enough for the five of us. The girls were born there and Mason grew up there. I know it might be difficult for you—“
“Do you want us there?”
“I do, so much and so does my father-in-law.”
“He does?”
“Yes, he thought… He knows about us and he thought we could live there as a family.”
Harrison pulls me to him and kisses me hard. “You’ll be okay with us living there, even though there’s a history?”