Page 93 of Art of Love
“Yeah?”
“Is this where we’re going to live?”
“Mmmm hmmm.” He nodded.
I giggled. “Can we have a dog?”
“We may need two with so much land. We could get a Labrador. They’re good with kids.”
I moved closer to him, set the painting down on his little table, and moved into his arms.
We kissed briefly, and he brushed his nose against mine.
“Thank you for what you did for me. I will never forget it.” I thought he should know.
“Loving you is all I need. I want you happy. I wanted you to remember something good happening to you. So, I’m glad you took the job.”
The backs of my eyes stung.
“I didn’t.”
“What?” He frowned.
“I didn’t take it.”
“What about all your hard work? Your portfolio.”
“I never planned to take it, Hunter. I just made you think that. The last two weeks, I’ve been painting pictures of Greek gods.”
“And I’ve been cooped up in here painting pictures of you.” He laughed.
“I thought we agreed not to sabotage anything.”
“I never agreed not to sabotage myself.”
“The job should be yours,” I cooed.
“The job should be yours.” He copied me and smiled playfully.
“This isn’t the part where we need to work as a team. I’m mad at you.”
He narrowed his eyes, then widened them like he just got an idea.
“Okay, that’s fine. I have an idea. First, you can take out all your frustration on me with lots of angry sex. Please don’t hold back. Then we can talk about team work.”
I was stuck on the sex part, but I was sure my brain would work when the time came to think.
Until then, I’d enjoy getting lost in him.
Epilogue
Jia
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Three years and onemonth later....
We didn’t care that it was cold outside.
