“You meet Iris?” Greg asked as he reappeared, ushering me toward the kitchen.
“Yeah. She’s cute.” I opened the fridge and grinned when I saw the cans of Dr. Pepper beside a bottle of white wine. “What are we doing tonight?” I asked casually.
He matched my tone. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
“Christmas movie?” I volunteered.
“Okay. Gremlins or Die Hard?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ve seen Die Hard.”
He made an exaggerated sigh. “Damn. I kind of wanted to watch that again.”
I plucked the wine from the fridge, closed the door, and set the bottle down on the island with a thump. “Or we could drink this, and you could play the back nine.”
He laughed and grabbed my waist, lifted, and seated me on the granite counter top, my legs spread on either side of his hips. “I like this plan much better.”
I grinned as he buried his mouth in the side of my neck, causing goosebumps to burst down my legs.
“I’m crazy in love with you, you know that?” he murmured.
“I love you too,” I whispered back.
I was still young and had things to learn, but on him I was certain. We’d taken a strange path to come together, but in the end, it was worth it.
He was so absolutely worth it.