“Who cares?” Andrew whispered. He pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my sweaty body.
“You’re going to go back to Boston and leave me,” I whispered. Some of the post-sex high was wearing off, and I was starting to feel sad again.
Andrew hugged me and kissed the back of my neck. “Come with me,” he said, not even bothe
ring to whisper.
“What?” I rolled around, staring at him. “Are you serious?”
Andrew sighed. He raked a hand through his dark hair. “Yes,” he said. “I am quite serious.”
I blinked. “What…what does that mean?”
“It means I love you, Kristin.”
I stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“Very.” Andrew kissed me gently, chastely. “I love you. You’re an incredible woman, and I want you to come and live with me and try to have a relationship. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
I shivered at the intensity of his words.
“What about Victor?”
“Even if I hadn’t met you, I know that Victor and I couldn’t keep messing around,” Andrew said. “I’m getting to the point now where I need to be with one person, and that person is you.”
Shock radiated through my body. “Are you serious?”
Andrew chuckled. “I wish you’d stop asking me that,” he said.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. “I think I always have. Ever since the first time I saw you.”
Andrew nodded. He nuzzled my face tenderly before kissing me again. This time, I slipped my tongue between his lips, dancing in his mouth.
“I love you,” I repeated, feeling a warm glow erupt in my body. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Andrew.”
Andrew grinned. “Good,” he said. “Because that’s exactly what I want.”
As Andrew and I drifted off to sleep, I gave no mind to what my mom and Dean would think. Sure, they’d be shocked and angry. But if they’d come around to Andrew after all this time, that meant that the same had to hold true for me. After all, I’d always been their good daughter. And nothing was really changing…I was just moving out, and dating my stepbrother. My perfect, sexy, amazing, rich stepbrother.
This is a dream come true, I thought as I drifted off into a happy, sated sleep. And I’m going to make sure that the rest of my life is as wonderful as this moment.
The last thing I heard before falling asleep was Andrew’s gentle whisper in my ear.
“I love you, Kristin.”
Purring happily, I stretched in his arms. “I love you,” I whispered softly. “I love you so much.”
The end