Page 116 of A Chance for Us
Always.
I get through the hour of work I have left and head home, where I clean and then walk through the house fluffing pillows and making sure the throw over the couch is at the right angle. Then there is nothing left to do.
It’s been two very long weeks without seeing Oliver, and while I don’t think he cares how clean my house is, I want this weekend to be perfect. We have a lot to discuss, and I think that everything is going to go smoothly.
My home is a beach cottage a few blocks away from the Chesapeake Bay. I bought this little fixer upper and spent the first two years doing nothing but renovating. It’s adorable with board and batten siding, black framed windows, and a porch swing that’s more of a bed off the deck. The whole house has a beachy vibe, but it’s still very clean and classic. I spent a lot of time making every inch of this space what I wanted.
I hear a car pull up, and I rush to the door, not caring that I have zero chill. The door opens wide, revealing Oliver walking toward me.
I smile.
He smiles.
Then he drops his bags on the walkway and pulls me in his arms.
All the fears I had are gone. He wants me, and when I’m against his chest like this, I know it’s exactly right.
He tilts my head back, pressing his lips to mine. “God, I missed you.” His deep voice echoes in my ear.
“I missed you more.”
“Not a fucking chance.”
I grin and kiss him again. We kiss, long and sweetly as he lifts me, my knees bending as he spins us.
My laughter makes me feel a billion times lighter. “Let’s go inside before my neighbors get suspicious.”
He kisses me again. “Good plan. There’s a bed in there too?”
“There are two beds.”
“Two beds, two days, too many options to make you orgasm.”
I roll my eyes and giggle. “Let’s go, Casanova, I want to show you the inside of my home.”
He grabs the bags and brings them in, dropping them just to the side of the door. “Wow.” The approval in his voice makes me grin. “This is amazing. Seriously.”
I’d already told him about the renovations I’d done. Since he had gone through it with the resort, it was nice to have someone to talk to about the trials of dealing with contractors. One-point-oh was never interested. He couldn’t have cared less and didn’t think the place was anything worth discussing.
“You like?”
“I love it. It’s really perfect.”
“I think so. When I bought it, I had planned to flip it, but I couldn’t dream of it after a week. It was just too perfect for me.”
Just like you’re perfect for me.
I don’t say it, but it feels as though he heard it. Oliver comes to stand in front of me, my face framed by his strong hands as he leans down to kiss my forehead. “Show me the rest,” he says with an edge to his voice.
We walk through together, holding hands and smiling at each other as I show him the various projects. When we’re done, we head onto the back deck and lie together on the swing. It’s not a normal swing, which is why I love it, it’s almost the size of a twin bed. It’s also the most comfortable place ever.
“I missed you,” Oliver says as I listen to his heartbeat. “I didn’t know how much until I saw you.”
I lift my head, resting my chin on my hand. “I know how you feel.”
“I’ve been a dick to everyone at home.”
“I doubt that.” Even though his sister said as much, I don’t want to betray that conversation.
