“Don’t give up on your art,” he says softly, “if it’s your passion, you have to pursue it.”
The words are so simple but they mean everything to me. I’m used to people putting down my dreams of being an artist, saying it’s not a real job, so for him to understand after only knowing me for a couple of months….
It means everything.
My chest feels warm and I try to ignore it as we finish up stuffing the shells and Nathan sticks them in the oven.
He turns to me with a smile. “All done.”
“Mhmm.” I drift closer to him and grab onto his shirt. “I do recall promises of kisses after we got done,” I remind him.
He laughs and leans down, pressing his lips to mine.
“But of course, there’s one other promise you made me,” I tell him, my lips moving against his.
“And what was that?” he asks, his breath fanning across my face and sending a shudder down my spine.
“You said you’d take your time with me the next time we were alone together.”
He pulls back, smiling. “I guess it’s time to make good on that promise then.”