Page 67 of Waiting Forever
“Already planned on it.”
“She wants you back.” She brushes the bangs from my forehead.
I lower my brows, again wondering how much she heard or if she’s speculating.
“I overheard through one of the back windows. The glass is thin. I could hear right through it. That’s not very safe. Your parents should upgrade those, at least to double pane.”
I chuckle.Like father, like daughter.“It doesn’t matter what she wants. All that matters now is you and me. You before anyone.”
“Until you leave again,” she murmurs and then gasps. Her eyes round. “I don’t know where that came from. I said I wouldn’t bring up the past. I’m sorry.”
I kiss her tenderly on the lips. “I’m not leaving you. I just got you.”
“What about our parents? My mom loves you, but she wouldn’t pick you for me. And my dad…” Her gaze falls away.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. It’s not like we need to rush. We’re here. My parents are in Dallas and yours in London. We have time to figure things out. Okay?”
She runs her fingers through the back of my hair and nods. “Okay.”
“Trust me.” I rub her nose with the tip of mine.
“I do.”
“I don’t think so. Not yet, anyway. But you will. I’ll make sure of it.”
26
Kensington
A TEXT FROM Nathan lights up my phone. I pick it up from the bathroom counter.
We need to leave in ten minutes to meet the Realtor. Will you be ready?
I text him yes and set the phone down so I can finish doing my makeup. Mascara, blush, and lip gloss, and only because I’ll be with Nathan. If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t care or want to look good.
I can’t believe how much time I’d spent getting ready when I lived in Dallas—and for what? A bunch of loser assholes who betrayed me.
I shake my head and change my thoughts. Lingering on the past is pointless. It happened. It’s over. I’ve moved on.
Nathan, though—I’m not so sure. He and Harper were seeing each other up until the day I arrived. Hell, they had sex on my first day here, and now, they’re over? And he’s with me. Maybe it’s happening too quickly? Maybe he needs time to be on his own or to work things out in his head. In addition to his breakup with her and new relationship with me, he’s moving out of the house he’s lived in for over four years. That’s a lot of changes at once.
I want to talk to him about this, but I also don’t want to bring it up. What if he takes my side and ends things between us? For the first time in my life, I have the guy I’ve always wanted. The guy I never thought I could have. The guy who shared my childhood and filled it with happy memories. The guy I fantasized about marrying.
If I’m honest with myself, I don’t see us lasting. I don’t know how we could. Our families will never accept us as a couple. After what I put my family through already, I could never disappoint them further. Telling them about this would do just that, which is why I don’t want to tell Nathan I’m okay if he needs time to chill.
I don’t know how much time we have together. We haven’t even slept together yet.
My phone chimes with another text, scaring the crap out of me. I squeal and drop the lip gloss into the sink.
Geez. I need to relax.
I grab the tube of gloss, make sure the top is twisted on all the way, and set it in the drawer where I keep my makeup.
I’ve been here a whopping three and a half weeks, and I already have a makeup drawer. If Nathan likes the condominium we’re seeing today, I might be packing this drawer and moving it someplace new as soon as we close on the condo.We. I laugh. As soon ashecloses. I’m just a roommate, although he’s made it clear he wants us to share the master bedroom. But I should also set up my stuff in the guest room in case our parents visit.
It’s another reminder that our budding relationship has problems.
I read the text from Nathan.
