“That’s because we are each other’s home,” she responds. Her eyes are so sweet and soulful. It makes me want to take her all over again.
“Yeah, we are. As much as I want to stay inside you, I know you’re going to be sore. I’ll get out and grab you some medicine.” I kiss her one last time before lowering her legs, making sure she’s steady on her feet.
“Thank you.” She places a soft kiss on my chest where my heart is.
“No, baby. Thank you.” This woman, she humbles me every single day we’re together.
Chapter Fourteen
Cameron
I’m so glad the weekend is here. Easton is completely moved in, and I’m working my way through the things that were salvageable from my house, which sadly isn’t a whole lot. I mean, who even goes so far as to rip up books? There is definitely a place in hell for that type of person, not to mention them painting ‘SLUT’ on my walls. That was laughable at best. That’s what I did the entire time we bagged more trash than we saved. I laughed through the tears. I’ve had much less before and still came back swinging. This is just another bump in the road.
When my landlord found out that my place was broken into, he felt deep remorse and understood that I didn’t feel safe here anymore. It really freaking stinks, but I can’t imagine laying my head down and getting a good night’s sleep. He’s allowing me to break my lease a month early as long as I leave the place clean and paint over the ugly red that was blatantly smeared.
Easton checked out of the penthouse suite earlier today, before his time was up, too—something I’m sure the hotel frowned about, but they didn’t say anything. I start my maid duties back up again Monday. It’s been a blast not having to clean after everyone, though. I’m sure I’ll have a hell of a time with sore muscles next week.
“I think we have it all packed, baby,” Easton says as I sweep the floors one last time.
“Okay then, I guess this is it.” I put the last of the supplies in the closet, leaving them for the next tenant. Then I tie up the trash bag to put it at the curb with ninety-percent of my belongings. I guess the good thing is, whoever did this didn’t ruin my clothes, just everything else.
I walk around the place I called my home one last time, checking to make sure I haven’t left anything behind.
I lock the door behind me, dropping the key in the mailbox that’s right by the front door. Mr. Yates, the landlord, said he’d be here around two today, to pick up the keys, and show the place to a new tenant.
I walk away, leaving a life behind that I barely lived, ready to start on this new adventure with Easton. It might be a bumpy journey ahead, especially with both of our schedules. He’s starting his new business, and I have school and work, but I have a feeling it’ll be the best kind of living there is.
We make it back to Easton’s place in no time, offloading my bags of clothes and toiletries. It really sucks that I have nothing to contribute furniture-wise now. Some of my stuff were great finds that I picked up along the way, but like Easton said, we have nothing but time to make this place our own.
“Can we order pizza tonight?” I ask after I finish unpacking my clothes and putting them away in the dresser and closet.
“Yeah, I’ll go ahead and do that now. You want a glass of wine?” Easton asks.
“That sounds great. I’m ready to shower and sit out on the back patio,” I all but moan. Easton’s eyes flame with desire as I talk about a shower. Ever since we had sex that first time, I can’t figure out who’s needier, him or me.
“If I get in that shower with you, neither of us will eat, so I’m going back downstairs, ordering pizza, pouring you a glass of wine, and getting myself a bottle of beer. So, get your cute ass in the shower and make it quick,” he grumbles, then turns on his heel, making an exit.
I do as he says, but not because he all but demanded it. No, the reason I’m flying through my shower is so I can relax while Easton and I hold one another out on the new patio furniture he bought for the place. Sure, he had the basics, but Easton went out while I was at school and picked out what has to be the most comfortable set he could find. It has a huge couch, two swivel rocking chairs, and a couple of side tables for us to sit around the built-in fire-pit. Leave it to him not to buy a kitchen table set before he buys outdoor furniture. I laugh as I throw on a pair of soft cotton shorts and a camisole with a built-in shelf bra. If I don’t have to wear a bra, I’m not going to, especially on my day off.