Page 129 of Feels Like Home

It’s not the first time he’s said it; it’s not even the first time he’s said it in the last few hours. He’s definitely open with his I love yous. But it doesn’t matter. Every time I hear it, my heart flops. “I love you,too.”

“So, you will? Move in with me and the boys? If I come home without you in tow I think they’ll throw my ass out of my ownhouse.”

“Don’t you think we should discussthis?”

He rears back. “What’s todiscuss?”

“Well, the fact that we just got back together a couple hours ago for onething.”

“But you said you forgaveme.”

“And I did.” He raises his eyebrows, so I correct myself. “I do. I’m not mad, but I don’t think jumping into moving in together is theanswer.”

“That’s not why I’m doing this,” he tries toexplain.

“I know, but don’t you think we still have a lot to figureout?”

He pulls at the hair on hishead.

And he’s stillnaked.

Standing right in front ofme.

All I would have to do is reach out my hand a mere few inches and I’d be able to griphim.

This entire conversation is feeling more than a little awkward for that reasonalone.

“Can you put on some clothes,maybe?”

“Am I making youuncomfortable?”

He takes a stepcloser.

“Andy,” I groan, looking down with my head in myhands.

Badidea.

Now I’m just staring right down athim.

“Christine,” he mockgroans.

“I’m serious. We can’t go from fighting to moving in together! Not without talking to the boysfirst.”

He studies me for a few beats. “You’re right.” He marches off, walking into the front room where some of our clothes were discarded in our haste to get our hands on each other onceagain.

He reaches into the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out hisphone.

He taps a few times then brings the phone up to hisear.

“Aidan. Get Reece onspeaker.”

A few moments pass, and I nibble on my thumbnail, shifting from one foot to theother.

“You both there? Good. Hangtight.”

He pulls the phone away, taps again then walks over tome.

“You want Christine to move in with us,boys?”

---