Page 17 of Remember When We
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We lay in my bed kissing. Me devouring her and in turn her devouring me.
That had been us since Friday night when we got here. It was Sunday morning.
Sunday morning came quickly and it was like the time just passed us by. I didn’t want to let the world in.
I didn’t want to allow anyone to come in and take her from me.
Fucking Paul would have absolutely gone mad. Lyssa was home for the summer break and she lived with him when she was home. I was scheduled to go to Chicago next week and I had an idea.
“Come with me to Chicago.” I whispered against her skin.
She straightened up and looked at me. “What? Really?”
“Yes. Come with me. Come with me and I’ll just go to Browns with you in September and get a place out there.”
She looked me over in complete disbelief. “Gio, are you serious? You’d do all of that for me?”
“Well I don’t think I could take your dad kicking my ass more than the one time. Once was quite enough. Don’t you think?”
She laughed and smoothed her arms around my neck to pull me back to her, closing the space between us.
“This is the best thing ever, Gio.” She breathed.
“I just want to make you happy.” I did too. I’d decided that was my mission. It was all I wanted to do with my life.
“I am. Thank you for choosing me.”
“Always baby.” I kissed the side of her face and fuck my stupid phone started ringing again. Buzzing against the hard wood of the floor. I’d turned off the sound last night.
Only God could count the number of times the fucking phone rang.
I didn’t answer it. I hadn’t wanted Marshall calling me trying to convince me to go to the warehouse. I definitely didn’t want to speak to Paul cussing my ass, because he would have known Lyssa was with me.
The phone rang out and then almost immediately started up again.
I ignored it and the same thing happened again.
When the phone rang again this time, it seemed like it was ringing with more insistence and I decided to answer.
“Shit, Lyssa. I better get that and face the music.” I chuckled. “That’s probably your dad calling to chew my ass.”
She looked worried. “I don’t know what to do about him.”
“Leave him to me.” It was for me to worry about. I understood his concern and it was for me to show him I’d take care of her.
I got off the bed and reached for the phone.
I bit the inside of my lip when I saw it was Paul for sure. There were at least twenty missed calls from Marshall and nearly the same number from Paul.
“Hello.” I said trying to sound cool and calm.
There was silence on the other end and I almost thought he’d hung up until I heard him sigh.
“Gio,” Paul said. His voice held a rasp to it that made him sound far away.
“Hi Paul.”
