“Yes.” I smile. “I shouldn’t have started doubting us, too. The signs were all pointing in the wrong direction.”
“I don’t care about signs anymore, or zodiacs or how the tea leaves that form in the bottom of your cup predict your future,” he tells me.
“Gigi said mine said I’d meet a handsome doctor.”
“She said I’d meet a beautiful woman who loved architecture and also giving head.”
I swat his arm instantly until he pulls me forward mid-laugh and forces his lips onto mine. My pulse begins to race again, picking up at a rapid pace. My senses ignite in unison causing my knees to buckle though I’m sitting on the ground.
Pulling back, but keeping my lips c
lose, I whisper, “I thought I lost you. That I pushed you away.”
“I thought I lost you.”
“I’m sorry I went overboard with the wedding.”
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you went overboard. I didn’t know you had planned all those things. You went all-out, and I just assumed you got caught up in showing off. Too many reality wedding shows that brought out the Bridezilla in you.”
“Okay, maybe a little with the dress, but I’m proud of myself for getting fit and staying away from junk.”
He pulls back, a wide smirk while clearing his voice and eyes diverting to the pizza box beside me.
“It’s not what you think.”
“I think it’s pizza,” he says deadpan.
“Yes, it is. I just needed a piece of me back. I wanted to feel like the old Zoey again.”
“A fitting excuse.” He smirks. “There’s no old or new Zoey. There is Zoey. I love you for who you are. I don’t care that you like to eat junk or listen to The Proclaimers while scrubbing the toilet.”
I struggle to keep my smile at bay. “The toilet looks spotless if I say so myself. Do you remember that time I accidentally almost pulled the brush to my mouth to sing?”
Drew breaks out into a fit of hysterics, a beautiful sound I haven’t heard in a long while. Does he know how incredibly handsome he is? How his smile and laughter instantly bring me back to where I need to be.
“Yes, because you’ve told me this story a million times and always accentuate the word ‘almost’ which makes me think you tasted toilet water.”
“Would you still kiss me if I did?”
He leans in tasting my lips while caressing my face. “I’d kiss you even if you were covered in dog shit with flies and maggots crawling all over you.”
I scrunch my face in disgust. “That’s gross, you must really want to kiss me.”
“I do.” He smiles. “For the rest of my life.”
I move forward positioning myself on his lap. My arms wrap around his neck, head buried in his chest. When we both stop talking, I can hear the sound of his heart beating through his shirt. His scent overpowers my senses, and just like always, I run my nose along the part of his shirt that is unbuttoned smelling his skin.
“We have so much to talk about,” I tell him.
“I know.” He agrees. “I’m sorry about the pineapple. I threw my bag onto the bed and knocked it over. I know how much it means to you.”
“I was pissed,” I admit. “But maybe my good luck isn’t the pineapple. I think it’s you.”
“You know I’ll replace it, right?”
I pull him in tighter feeling a breeze between us and scared that he’s drifted away for a moment. “Trivial stuff. Like the time I put your favorite shirt in the wash with my red thong.”
“I forgot about that. SpongeBob died the day that thong got to him. Sexy thong, though,” he says with a naughty grin. “Looked great around your ankles.”