Page 72 of Royal Pain
The embrace and kiss that follow is new. Even more meaningful than the other one thousand times we’ve done it before.
“This decision is so easy. But the other one not so much.”
“I understand. Completely. I’m glad you’re going to weigh it all. And I want to tell you this. Whichever way you go, however you decide, I’ll be happy. Because it’s you and I now. This,” he says wagging a finger back and forth at us both, “is the only thing that matters. That’s why I’m not telling you which I would choose.”
I hadn’t hardly considered that point. If I wasn’t part of the equation, would he relish the job?
“One more thing,” he says. “We can’t tell anyone about our engagement. No one. I’d rather do it when I tell my family which way I’m going to go. Alright?”
“Yes. That’s makes sense. Now come on, let’s put everything aside. All I want to do is make love.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Words are unnecessary distractions.
