Page 498 of Rock Me All Night
"It's perfect."
"Good. I bought it." He slides his arms around my waist. "It's ours, even if my name is on the deed. It won't matter soon... It will..." He runs his fingers through his hair. "It's only a ten minute walk to your studio."
He's nervous about something. It's hard to focus on that when I'm in such an amazing house. Our house. That he bought. For us.
The words bounce around my head. "We're living together."
He smiles. "Yeah, we are."
"And in the mornings, I'll wake up to the smell of coffee and you in the kitchen all sweaty from the gym."
"You sleep that late?"
"I'm a business owner. I can sleep as late as I want!"
"There's an office upstairs." He presses his lips against my neck. "It's yours."
I have my own office. I take his hand and pull him towards the stairs. "Let's see."
"Mmm, bossy today."
Tom leads me into the office. Everything is set up—a thick, white sit to stand desk, an ergonomic chair, a very expensive desktop computer. The one I've been eying for ages.
There are framed prints on the wall. My work. A smattering of different styles but all in black and white.
He squeezes me then leads me through a tour of the place. The master bedroom is especially gorgeous. It's decked with a king bed, string lights, and a disco ball. There’s a walk in closet and a master bathroom with a tub that fits two.
Tom leans in to whisper. "There's a particularly spacious shower in the bathroom downstairs."
"Whatever would we use that for?"
"Getting clean." He runs his fingers over my neck. "In fact, I'm thinking it's about time for that."
I look up into his eyes. "I have to show you something first."
He stares back at me. "You want to show me something before seeing me naked? Must be pretty good."
"It's better." I take a deep breath as I reach for the light switch. I want him to see this in as much detail as possible.
Okay. Here goes nothing. I pull my dress up my thighs and hips.
"Hate to break it to you, kid, but I've seen this before." He smiles. "Not that I'm complaining."
"No, I..." I push my panties to my knees and point to my hipbone. To my fresh ink.Tomin curvy letters, the same script as his tattoo.
His eyes go wide. "You... you..." He drops to his knees and runs his fingertips over my skin. "Willow." He looks up at me with all this wonder and affection in his eyes. "When did you get this?"
"Remember when I went shopping with Kara and Meg a few days ago?"
He nods.
"I went with them. But not shopping."
"You..." He swallows hard. "You're that sure you'll never leave?"
"More."
"How the fuck did I get so lucky?" He slides his hand to my stomach, holding my dress above his head as he traces the lines of the tattoo with his tongue. "As much as I love that dress, I need it gone."
