Page 82 of Jaime
And I would have this forever.
“What are you thinking about?”
I glanced at Ethan's face, finding him watching me sleepily.
“Just that I get to have this more now, I guess.”
He smiled warmly and I wiggled closer, into his arms.
We kissed languidly. No reason to rush.
“This can’t be right,” I murmured happily. “I can’t geteverything. No one does.”
“Maybe you’ve already paid your dues,” he suggested. “Maybe now it’s time to enjoy life.”
“I like that idea,” I said thoughtfully. “But what about your show?”
Leave it to me to ruin a good moment, but suddenly I couldn’t resist asking.
“’'m not taking it,” he said.
I tried to sit up, but Ethan tugged me back down.
“Ethan, you have to. It’s such a good opportunity.”
“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But it’s not what I want. Going to talk to everyone this weekend, but I don’t want to leave Gaynor or my family. I don’t want to commute either. If they want my show, they can take it as is. It doesn’t need to be spruced up and made fancy. I like it how it is. And I like having the time to write too. My books are just as important to me.”
I lay there for a minute, thoughts racing.
“I suppose you could even start a YouTube channel or something. You could reach loads of people that way. Go beyond this area but still film it here and still be in control.”
He froze, and I could see the cogs working in his head.
“Now why didn’t I think of that?” he mused.
I chuckled.
“Too old?”
He smacked my ass playfully.
“Watch it,” he warned, “or I’ll have to punish you.”
I grinned, wiggling back to press my ass against his soft cock. It twitched with interest.
“Oh no, please don’t,” I joked.
Ethan laughed, flipping me and pressing me down into the cushions for another deep kiss.
It didn’t linger though, not as much as I wanted it to.
“We should probably go back to your place to get Evie,” he said regretfully. “But don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time later. We have our own room now after all.”
I grinned and shook my head.
“I still can’t believe it.”
Part of me still felt weird that things were working out like this. I almost wanted to fight it, to protect myself from future heartbreak, but I liked Ethan’s way of looking at it better. Why not take it in stride and enjoy the good times? That was what we deserved. And Evie deserved a dad who was willing to give her the best, no matter how scared he was.
