Page 72 of Fragile Love (Fragile 3)
“You forgot the most important one, Lil,” he corrected.
“Sex. How could I ever forget that one?”
“Oh yeah, that, too.” He blinked his eyes rapidly, pretending that wasn’t what he was thinking about.
It’s easy to please you.”
“You and your body have no idea.” He smirked. “Indeed, it is. Maybe you can show me exactly how easy it is later when we’re home.”
“Sure.” She leaned against him and opened her email, deleting some and reading some others. He ate his biscotti and, when he was done, looked over to see what she was doing.
On her phone screen was an email with a picture of her house and a price underneath.
He froze, and she felt him stiffen. Looking up curiously, she asked, “What?”
“What’s that?” he pointed.
“This?” She scrolled to the top of the email where there was a collage of photos and information about her house. “This is an estimate.”
The biscotti suddenly didn’t feel so good in his stomach. “Why do you need a house estimate?”
“Why do you think?” she retorted, a mysterious smile on her face.
“Lil,” he said seriously, “are you planning to move? Are you going to break up with me again?”
Her eyes widened. “Cayden, no!”
“That looks like you’re trying to move away.”
“No, really, I’m—”
“Listen, Lil, you can’t keep throwing me for a loop with big decisions like this. You had me going this whole time, thinking we’re cool again and...” He stumbled over the words; his skin felt like it was burning. “I don’t want another shock like that.”
“Cayden,” she said softly, dropping her phone into her lap and taking his face in her hands. “I’m not moving away and I’m not breaking up with you.”
“Then why is there an estimate for your house on your email?”
Lillian kissed him gently, but he didn’t kiss back. “Calm down, Cayden,” she hummed in his ear. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, you did a good job of that.”
“I was doing it so that way I’ll know, maybe sometime in the near future, what it’s worth in case I want to sell.”
“Obviously, Lil. That doesn’t tell me anything. Why would you want to sell?”
She blushed. “In case I wanted to move into your place.”
Cayden felt his heart stop. “Are you serious?”
Lillian nodded shyly. “Maybe we could get a tiny place in Los Angeles, if you think you’d like to establish your business there, too.”
Shock was quickly replaced by
that wide, toothy grin that Lillian loved. “You’re really serious?”
Giggling, Lillian kissed him again. “Yes, I am. We don’t have to talk about it now, but I want to keep the conversation open.”
“I thought you didn’t want to go to Los Angeles!”
