Page 159 of Fake As Puck
Did I somehow manifest this into real life? I glance at my phone and then back at her.
Then my brain catches up to reality, and I’m reaching for her, pulling her into my arms like I’ll never let go.
“Are you really here?” I say into her hair.
“Yes,” she says, squeezing me.
“No, really?” I pull her back and pat her body. “You’re here?”
She chuckles, pinching me. “I’m really here. That’s why I was going to be out of town on Friday. Surprise!”
“Are you kidding me?” I pick her up and spin her around. “Are you kidding me, Liv!”
She laughs, holding onto me. I leave the suitcases at the door and shut the front door, walking her to my bedroom.
“Where are you taking me?” she giggles, holding onto me. Her legs and arms wrapped around my body. “But my stuff!”
“Your stuff can wait.” My hands caress her body. Her scent fills my head. I can’t believe she’s here in my arms. While I’ve been contemplating showing her that I’m a needy boyfriend, she was on her way here, and I can’t believe it. “But I can’t.”
She points at the corner of the living room and laughs. “I’m only moving here to take care of that plant. I’ll bring you to life, Hermoine!”
“Are you naming my plants after Harry Potter characters?” I tease, walking down the hall.
She kisses my neck and says, “I have my own Hermoine in the U-Haul outside.”
I open my bedroom door and drop her on the bed. “If Harry Potter isn’t hairy, I’m going to be very disappointed.”
She laughs under me as I look at her beautiful face.
I say, “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
She pulls me down and says, “I’ve missed you more.”
I hover above her lips and whisper, “Impossible.”
My lips crush hers as my hands explore her clothed body. I trail kisses down her neck. “I can’t believe you’re here!”
I tickle her and she yelps into my ear. She reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head.
“Don’t tickle me again,” she mutters against my lips.
I kiss her and tickle her. She jolts under me. I ask, “Why not?”
She starts laughing her head off, so I take the opportunity to kiss her neck again. I lift up her shirt and kiss her stomach.
“West,” she moans, no longer laughing.
“Yes?”
“Can I shower first? I feel so gross.”
I stand up, taking her hand. “Of course. I’ll go grab your things.”
She stands and says, “I just need the two suitcases on your doorstep.”
I salute. “You got it.”
I smile, walking to the front door. I can’t believe she’s here. I can’t stop smiling.
