“Yeah, sexual fantasies, Brent. Do you have any?”
“Are you bored with me?” I ask, skeptical of this line of questioning.
Jamie laughs good and hard. She even wipes away a tear. She props onto her elbows and leans over to give me a quick, reassuring kiss. “No. I’m curious, that’s all.”
Curious. Huh. Do I have any fantasies? Probably, but I can’t think of a damn one right now. “Do you?” I ask instead.
She shakes her head. “I want to know about you first.”
“Well you caught me off guard, hon, so I can’t think.”
“Okay. You think up all the things you might want to do and as long as I’m okay with whatever’s on the list, we’ll do it. That’ll be my belated birthday present to you.”
“And you’re bringing up fantasies right before we’re gonna have sex because...?”
She falls back onto the bed, grabs my neck, and pulls me down to her. “Because I love you and it’ll be fun.” Her body slides to be directly under mine, her legs lifting up to wrap around my waist. “I have you right where I want you, too, and I want to be the best girlfriend you’ve ever had and give you everything you could possibly want. Now, if you’re done asking questions, I’d like to get back to the fucking you mentioned. Think we can do that?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I breathe as I lower my body and kiss her.
The rest of the cruise goes as smoothly as possible. We have one more stop in Victoria, but we don’t have nearly enough time to do much exploring. It feels like by the time we’re able to get off and the shuttle takes us into town, we do some shopping, and then it’s time to get back on the bus to go back.
And then it’s go, go, go once we’re back in Seattle because we get off the ship and then head straight to the airport to catch a flight home. Jamie leans on my shoulder once again.
“Brent?”
“Yeah, hon?”
“I think the week just caught up to me. I’m exhausted.”
“Go to sleep then,” I tell her. “You won’t miss anything.”
“You might be bored, though, and I slept on the way here.”
“I’ll sleep with you. Problem solved.” I rest my head against hers and close my eyes.
Hours later, we finally make it home. Logan and Kayla escape to their apartment and Gregory finds a way to spend the night here. It’s late enough by the time we get home that we pretty much take a shower and order a pizza.
“I’m going to tell Gregory about you moving in,” I tell Jamie before she gets into her shower. “I’ll tell Kayla tomorrow.”
“Okay. Good luck.”
“Won’t need it.” I kiss her on the cheek before going downstairs.
I find Gregory peering out of the living room window. He must hear me coming because without looking, he says, “What is taking the pizza guy so long?” He scratches his stomach. “I’m starving.”
“He should be here in a few minutes. Come sit down.”
Gregory looks over his shoulder at me. “What bad news are you going to tell me?” he asks. “That voice means there’s news.”
“It’s not bad news.”
He looks skeptical, but he comes over and sits down on the couch.
“While we were on the cruise, I asked Jamie to move in. She said yes. I’m telling your sister tomorrow.”
He frowns. “So, this won’t be our bachelor pad anymore?” A bit of a smile starts to rise as I laugh.
“Afraid not.”