Page 164 of Girls Will Be Girls
“After that?”
He smiles. “I don’t know, baby girl. What do you think I should do?”
I take in a deep inhale, not letting myself be silenced by worry. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself or anything, or presume you could just do this, and it might be too soon, or you might already have a plan.” I sigh loudly at myself for rambling. “But I think you should move here.”
“Yeah?” He smiles.
“You don’t need to, like, live with me or anything. I just mean here, like New York here.” I internally curse how I’m letting myself backtrack and ramble even more. “But, you could also stay here. Likeherehere, while you figure it out.”
He strokes my cheek. “Do you want meherehere?” He repeats my words.
“I want you to do what’s good for you,” I say. “But I want youherehere.”
He grins wide, but before he can answer, I ramble on again because apparently I can’t control myself.
“I know it’s probably way too soon and we’re setting ourselves up for a major failure, but I just figure, if you do move here then you may as well moveherehere, seeing as you’d be basically moving for me anyway, so you might as well bewith me.”
“I don’t think we’re setting ourselves up for failure.” He says.
“Then I think you’re delusional,” I whisper.
He laughs. “Well, even Willie thinks we’re moving too slow.”
I laugh. “When did he say that?”
“He text me yesterday asking if I’d got my shit together yet and moved to New York.”
“What?”
“If you ask me, he’s a little too obsessed with us. Probably because he’s trying to distract himself from finally making a move on Buck.”
I wave my hands around. “Okay, wait.” I sit up and look at him. “You and Willie text?”
“Yeah.” He says it like it’s obvious. “I told you, I’m his favorite.”
It takes me a moment to process Willie gossiping with Lou. “Okay, but still.” I shake my head. “Even if Willie thinks it’s okay, we’re still moving fast.”
He laughs. “There’s no one right timeline for this stuff. Fast feels right for us.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He grins.
“So are you saying yes?” I ask hesitantly.
“Of course I’m saying yes, baby girl.”
“Okay.” I grin so wide it hurts. “But this is the last thing we do fast,” I say, poking his chest. “The rest we slow down. Okay?”
“Sweetheart-” He starts.
“Okay?” I say with more emphasis.
“Okay, fine.” He laughs. “Slow and steady once we’re living together. No problem.” He winks.
I go to poke him again, but he catches my hand in his, lifting it up above my head as he rolls on top of me. He holds himself up with his other arm, lowering enough that his lips ghost over mine. “Now be a good girl and lie still, while I show you how much I cherish you.”
He smirks at me, both of us clear on what words he’s actually saying. I’m instantly too turned on to even roll my eyes.
