instead?”
“Let me in,” he chewed on his bottom lip. “And kiss me. Kiss me like I’m about to kiss you. I love you too.”
Thomas tipped my chin so I looked up at him, gently brushed his lips back and forth over mine and finally, he sealed our mouths together.
“And then,” he said, pulling back and stroking my cheek with the backs of his fingers. He e yed me cautiously. “And then move in with me.”
I gasped.
“What?”
“Move in with me, Skye.”
I panicked.
“I can't.”
I tried to back away, but Thomas held me still, shifting and rolling so he was between my legs and I was pinned to the mattress.
“Baby,” he chuckled. “I’m not asking you to sell me your soul.”
“I know but-”
“Before you explain it,” he held his fingertips to my lips and I kissed the pads of his fingers. “I get it. I understand it’s a big step, but it isn’t irreversible.”
“Thomas,” I forced a smile through the fear and took his hands in mine. “I’m not worried about that. There’s no expiration date on us. It’s just- I’m just…weird.”
“I know, baby,” he patted my head and his stomach shook from holding in the laughter. “I know.”
I smacked his hand away and rolled my eyes.
“I’m serious. I’m difficult to live with.”
“So am I.”
“I’m not a good cook.”
“I burn toast.”
“I don’t like ironing.”
“I never put dirty socks in the laundry basket.”
He kissed my other cheek.
“I don’t like dirty dishes. I have to wash up before bed because I can't get up in the morning to a dirty kitchen.”
“I have a dishwasher. It takes seconds to load.”
I held onto his wrists as he kissed my forehead and his mouth-watering scent filled my nostrils. I inhaled and released a sigh.
“I like things to have their place. Clutter makes me antsy. Mess makes me grumpy.”
“I’m a tidy guy,” my turn to give him the look, holding him back as he leaned in to kiss me again. “I’ll be a tidy guy.”
“I don’t want you to change. Ever.”
“Then what’s the matter? You pretty much live here anyway. You stay every night. You’ve got things here already, you’ve practically taken over my bathroom.”
He tried to be funny, but I could see the worry in his eyes and the nervousness on his furrowed brow.
“It’s…Oliver.”
I couldn’t control the sadness in my voice whenever I spoke about my brother. He was with me every second of every minute of every day. It was why I was the way I was.
“Oliver?”
Thomas sneaked in during my moment of distraction and his lips met mine. His kiss calmed me, relaxed me, allowed me a minute to let the pain fade again.
“Yes, Oliver,” I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. “I just want everything to look how he wanted it. I know he isn’t coming back but it’s all I have to make me feel like I’ve done something for him. Cushions, dishes, bed sheets. I get anxious when things aren’t right and I can't control it.”
“Hey,” he wiped an escaped tear away and held my gaze. “It’s okay. Geez, I love you for it. You don’t want me to change, I don’t want you to change.”
He leaned in and peppered my face with kisses.
“I want you to move in here with me, and bring Oliver with you.”
I didn’t know if I sobbed or laughed; I was shocked. I was relieved. I was completely and totally in love with Thomas Radley.
“Yes,” I whispered, finding his lips through the tears that blurred my vision. “We’ll move in with you.”
I couldn’t tear my mouth from his. I couldn’t stop kissing him as I felt the words warm his lips as they left mine. The tears fell and Thomas held me to him as we embraced each other and the step we were about to take.
Nineteen
Deep meaningful conversation, not a fan. Sweet pillow talk, almost a fan. Churros…huge fan.
November 29 th , 2009.
I loved our Sundays together. When we weren’t in our offices finalising things for Monday, we spent the day in town. It
“Let me in,” he chewed on his bottom lip. “And kiss me. Kiss me like I’m about to kiss you. I love you too.”
Thomas tipped my chin so I looked up at him, gently brushed his lips back and forth over mine and finally, he sealed our mouths together.
“And then,” he said, pulling back and stroking my cheek with the backs of his fingers. He e yed me cautiously. “And then move in with me.”
I gasped.
“What?”
“Move in with me, Skye.”
I panicked.
“I can't.”
I tried to back away, but Thomas held me still, shifting and rolling so he was between my legs and I was pinned to the mattress.
“Baby,” he chuckled. “I’m not asking you to sell me your soul.”
“I know but-”
“Before you explain it,” he held his fingertips to my lips and I kissed the pads of his fingers. “I get it. I understand it’s a big step, but it isn’t irreversible.”
“Thomas,” I forced a smile through the fear and took his hands in mine. “I’m not worried about that. There’s no expiration date on us. It’s just- I’m just…weird.”
“I know, baby,” he patted my head and his stomach shook from holding in the laughter. “I know.”
I smacked his hand away and rolled my eyes.
“I’m serious. I’m difficult to live with.”
“So am I.”
“I’m not a good cook.”
“I burn toast.”
“I don’t like ironing.”
“I never put dirty socks in the laundry basket.”
He kissed my other cheek.
“I don’t like dirty dishes. I have to wash up before bed because I can't get up in the morning to a dirty kitchen.”
“I have a dishwasher. It takes seconds to load.”
I held onto his wrists as he kissed my forehead and his mouth-watering scent filled my nostrils. I inhaled and released a sigh.
“I like things to have their place. Clutter makes me antsy. Mess makes me grumpy.”
“I’m a tidy guy,” my turn to give him the look, holding him back as he leaned in to kiss me again. “I’ll be a tidy guy.”
“I don’t want you to change. Ever.”
“Then what’s the matter? You pretty much live here anyway. You stay every night. You’ve got things here already, you’ve practically taken over my bathroom.”
He tried to be funny, but I could see the worry in his eyes and the nervousness on his furrowed brow.
“It’s…Oliver.”
I couldn’t control the sadness in my voice whenever I spoke about my brother. He was with me every second of every minute of every day. It was why I was the way I was.
“Oliver?”
Thomas sneaked in during my moment of distraction and his lips met mine. His kiss calmed me, relaxed me, allowed me a minute to let the pain fade again.
“Yes, Oliver,” I took a deep breath and cleared my throat. “I just want everything to look how he wanted it. I know he isn’t coming back but it’s all I have to make me feel like I’ve done something for him. Cushions, dishes, bed sheets. I get anxious when things aren’t right and I can't control it.”
“Hey,” he wiped an escaped tear away and held my gaze. “It’s okay. Geez, I love you for it. You don’t want me to change, I don’t want you to change.”
He leaned in and peppered my face with kisses.
“I want you to move in here with me, and bring Oliver with you.”
I didn’t know if I sobbed or laughed; I was shocked. I was relieved. I was completely and totally in love with Thomas Radley.
“Yes,” I whispered, finding his lips through the tears that blurred my vision. “We’ll move in with you.”
I couldn’t tear my mouth from his. I couldn’t stop kissing him as I felt the words warm his lips as they left mine. The tears fell and Thomas held me to him as we embraced each other and the step we were about to take.
Nineteen
Deep meaningful conversation, not a fan. Sweet pillow talk, almost a fan. Churros…huge fan.
November 29 th , 2009.
I loved our Sundays together. When we weren’t in our offices finalising things for Monday, we spent the day in town. It
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