Page 90 of Undeniably Perfect

“I…I don’t know what to say.”

“Do you like it?”

Her smile widens. “Of course. I love it. It’s amazing!”

She swirls around and looks at the wall of her photos that I had hung.

“I…Kent.” She turns to me with tears streaming down her face. “No one has ever done anything like this for me.”

“Please tell me those are happy tears! Because I’m pretty sure that I can’t return it.”

She laughs. “Very happy tears!” She spins around and launches herself at me. I catch her as she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me.

“Well, if I’m gonna get that reaction, I guess I’ll surprise you more often,” I murmur against her lips.

“You built me an entire studio; you crazy man. Of course, you’re gonna get this type of reaction.”

“Noted…build more studios.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“I may have been told that a few times.”

She shakes her head. “Seriously, this is…” She trails off and looks around. “This is too much, Kent. It’s beyond too much. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you like it. Say you want to stay out here with me. Say…you want to be with me.”

I get quiet. I wasn’t expecting to lay all that on her. But my mouth tends to run when I least expect it.

She looks at me with her head cocked to one side.

“Yes.”

“Yes to which question.”

She grins. “Yes to all of the above.” I lift her and spin her in a circle.

“We’re not rushing things, right? This isn’t too soon?” I ask her as I set her back down.

Her laughter is my answer. “Yes, and yes. But…fuck it. I want to be with you, Kent. If you asked me two months ago, whether I’d move in with a guy after dating him for a month or two, I’d have said you were crazy. But here we are…life is crazy. And maybe it’s a bad decision, maybe this is all insane and we shouldn’t do this. But maybe this is perfectly imperfect. Maybe, we are just meant to be together, crazy or not.”

“I can live with that answer.”

“Good, because you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she says as she leans her forehead against mine. We both stare at each other grinning like the asshats we are, and it is perfect.

Tabitha

I unwrap the sandwiches that Kent picked up for a picnic at the new studio. I need to tell him all about my past, specifically the part I left out the last time we spoke about it. We sit down at the giant table in my office.

“Kent,” I say to him as he brings the sandwich up to take a bite.

He sets it back down and looks at me.

“What? Are you OK?”

“I need to tell you something. About my past.”

He scoots his chair closer to mine. “OK.”

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