Page 45 of The Last Love Story
“I can definitely get used to this.”
But I’m not talking about her dad’s cooking. I’m talking aboutthis. Sitting on the couch, watching my favorite show with the girl I’m falling for.
It hasn’t been long, but I can’t shake the feeling I’ve finally found the home I’ve been looking for. Not the apartment, but the incredible woman by my side.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JADE
I needto get out of bed.
Everything was cozy and peaceful until I woke up, looked down at my hand, and remembered I’m married.
Not that it’s a bad thing, but… there’s someone else in my apartment.
Other than Zoey and Trish staying over on occasion after a little too much wine, I’ve never woken up to someone else being in my space.
I don’t know what to do or what to say. Is he a night owl or an early riser? Am I going to be disturbing his routine? Are we going to chat or pass by each other like ships in the night?
Maybe I should get up and figure it out.
How shocking that I’m overthinking this.
With a deep breath, I force myself out of the bed and throw on a cute cropped tee and some thick biker-style shorts.
I open my door quietly and try to avoid the squeaky spots inthe hallway in case Justin is sleeping, but when I get out there, I find him in the kitchen, looking through the refrigerator.
“Morning.”
He closes the door and smiles at me. “Morning, darlin’.”
We stare at each other for a moment, and the awkwardness in my gut makes my skin crawl.
“Sleep okay?” I ask, but it comes out squeaky.
His smile grows. “Great. That’s a comfortable couch.”
“It is,” I agree.
But when he turns his back to me and heads for the coffeepot, I frown.
I didn’t think a second of this through—actually living with him. We’re going to be married for at least six months. Will he sleep on the couch the entire time? That seems weird.
And terrible to ask of him. Maybe it’s comfortable for a few nights, but six months? He deserves better than that.
Maybe we could squeeze a twin bed in the extra room. Not much, but it would be better than the couch.
Is it wrong that I wouldn’t mind having him in my bed? A wife wanting to sleep next to her husband… crazy, right?
“How strong do you like your coffee?”
My gaze snaps to Justin, and I relax a little. Figure out the logistics later.
“Lorelai Gilmore strong.”
He grins at me. “My kind of girl.”
Am I? Could I be? We have chemistry, there’s no denying that. And he’s one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known. He’s willing to do a lot to make me happy, but does that mean… we could be something?
