Page 74 of Just My Type
“Ummmm, the second one, I think?”
Hannah grins, rolling on her side to mirror my position. “And what do you hope we are, Noah?”
I run a finger down her side, tracing the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip. “Promise you won’t run for the hills? It’s late and dark, so if you run, I’ll have to chase you, and I would do anything to keep you safe, but honestly, I think I ate too many Oreos to run anywhere. Please don’t make me.”
Hannah cackles, leaning in and kissing me, light and sweet. Like a promise. “I swear on the fifty thousand words I’ve written in the past month that I won’t make you chase me.”
“That’s a really big swear.”
She smiles. “That’s how you know I’m serious. So, tell me, Noah. What do you hope we are?”
I think briefly about how to say it and then decide to just shoot my shot. It’s worked until now, and under the late-night sky with my favorite person next to me, I’m feeling lucky. “Is it weird to hope that you’re my girlfriend if you’re already my wife?”
Hannah’s grin spreads, and it lights me up inside. “It’s so weird.”
I roll on top of her and prop myself up on my elbows, hovering over her, dipping my head to kiss her when shelaughs. “I know, right? But I don’t hate it, the weirdness of it all.”
“It feels very us.”
“Us.” The grin in my voice is unmistakable. “Is there an us, Han?”
Hannah runs her hands through my hair and over my shoulders, down my body, setting them on my hips. It makes me want to purr like a kitten. “I mean, you’re really pretty to look at, and you bring me an iced latte every morning, and you bakeandcook. You were totally right that hanging out with you helps me write words, and you stock me emotional support Twizzlers and bite the ends off of them for me when I want to use them as a straw. Also, you’re really, really good in bed. So, I guess being an us wouldn’t be so bad.” She pauses, giving me a sly smile. “Husband.”
I groan, wrapping an arm around her waist and rolling us so she’s sprawled on top of me. “You know what that word does to me, Gorgeous. I get hard just hearing it.”
Kissing my neck, I can feel her smile against my skin. “I know. I like that I have that kind of power over you.”
Framing Hannah’s face with my hands, I just look at her for a minute. At the lightness in her eyes and the smile on her lips and her cheeks flushed with happiness.
And I know.
I am going to remember this night for the rest of my life.
Tugging her face down gently, I bring her mouth to mine, kissing her slowly, thoroughly, with all the love I feel but can’t give her. Not yet. But I will. The sultry July air wraps itself around us, and Hannah’s body is a warm weight above mine. The air between us crackles with possibility as our mouths move together in a dance as old as time, and no one in this world or any other could tell me that this woman was not made exactly for me.
“You have no idea how much power you have over me, Hannah,” I murmur against her lips. “All the power, really. Onelook at you and I’m weak. One press of your lips to mine and I want to fall to my knees in front of you. You’re everything, Hannah. Absolutely everything I ever wanted and all I need.”
“Noah,” Hannah says quietly, her voice thick as her forehead falls to mine. I watch her blink away the tears that gloss her eyes. I know she wasn’t ready to hear all those words, but I’m not sorry I said them.
I want her to know she owns me.
All of me.
She takes a deep breath, erasing the emotion that paints her face, and when she lifts her head to look at me, a smirk takes over. “We should definitely do the knee thing. If I’m remembering correctly, I think that’s number six on my list.”
I chuckle, lifting my head to kiss the spot behind her ear. “Number eight. And you better believe I’ll get on my knees for you. We can do it right here if you want. It would be a whole damn pleasure.” I wink at her. “Yours and mine.”
Hannah laughs, the relief in her eyes at my taking her lead and lightening the mood obvious. I think about how much she’s been through. How she’s still coming out the other side. I’m in awe of her. She’s my goddamn miracle.
Mine.
“Thank you,” she says quietly. “For today. For this night. For being an us with me. For keeping our Vegas marriage a secret. All of it.”
I stroke a hand over her cheek, down her jaw, resting it on her neck. “Anything for you.” I grin at her. “We are going to be the best us there ever was.”
Hannah grins at me. “Bet your ass we are.”
She rolls off me and reaches for the peanut butter jar with one hand and the Oreos with the other. I grab more drinks out of my bag, and Hannah laughs when I show her myLate Nights With Hannahplaylist on my phone. Then we eat more snacks and talk and laugh and laugh some more until the sun peeks over the horizon and starts to rise.
