Part 10 (1/2)

”Coffee?” I asked, and thrust one of the cups forward.

She narrowed her eyes, but took the drink, heading back up the corridor. Was she mad I was here? Had I interrupted something, someone?

”You're up,” I said.

”Why would you be surprised about that? Oh, yes, because it's seven on a Sunday morning. What are you doing here?”

”You're on your own?” I asked. ”I mean, if there's someone here, that's fine. I'm gonna punch his lights out, but it's okay.” I suppressed the urge to run from room to room, checking for hiding suitors.

”Who would be here? Of course I'm alone. I'm studying.”

Good. That was the first step. At least I didn't have to throw a guy out before I explained why I was here, and why I was never leaving. ”You got into business school? Is that why you're studying?” I asked, looking at the books and papers laid out on the coffee table.

”I'm not sure, but if I did I want to get a head start.” Her forehead furrowed. She looked adorable.

”You are such a geek.” A loveable, perfect geek.

She shrugged. I loved how she didn't give a s.h.i.+t about that badge. She was who she was, and she was okay with all of it. My heart grew bigger every moment I was near her.

”So?” she asked, taking a sip of coffee and bouncing slightly as she hit the cus.h.i.+ons on the sofa. I took a seat beside her.

”Oh, what am I doing here?”

”Uh, yes.”

”I'm here to stay. I'm here to hang out. To spend time with you, to convince you that I'm the only man you'll ever need or want. That kind of thing. No big deal.” If I was just very matter-of-fact about the whole thing, but completely determined, perhaps she'd understand the inevitability of our future together. Just like I did.

She didn't move, didn't blink, didn't breathe. If I hadn't caught the flit of her gaze from my eyes to my mouth, I would have reached out to check her pulse.

”Well, I have to study,” she said finally.

”That's okay. I can just sit here. I'm not going anywhere.” If she tried to kick me out, tell me that she was over what was between us, I'd do whatever it took to convince her she was wrong.

”You're going to sit here, on your own, while I study?”

”If that's what it takes. I'm here to show you I'm serious. I'm not getting fobbed off anymore, Ashleigh. I'm not having you tell me that I'm not ready, that I need to choose you and not just end up with you.

”Here. I. Am. I pick you. I've had my whole life to decide, to know you, and I'm never going to be more certain about anything in my life as I am about you. I want you. And if I need to sit here all day, all week, all year, that's what I'll do.” It felt good to say it. She needed to hear it.

She pursed her lips. ”So, this is like some kind of sit-in? A demonstration of sorts.” She was trying to suppress it, but I could see her smile in her eyes.

”If you like. Except I'm going to shower regularly, and if you leave, I'm coming with you.”

”Like a stalker?”

She started to giggle but turned it into a cough. I couldn't stop my grin. I brushed my thumb over her cheek. Her eyes sparkled when she smiled. She couldn't hide it.

”Call it what you want. I know that I want you. And if you're not ready, that's fine. I'll wait for as long as it takes for you to be ready. But I am, and you can't possibly understand that or see that for yourself unless I'm here, with you. So here is where I'm going to be. I'm not going anywhere.”

”Luke, this isn't about me . . .” She placed her coffee on the table beside her and waved her hands, as if they were trying to help her find the words. I caught them midair and interlaced her fingers with mine, desperate for a physical connection to her.

”Sure about that?” Ashleigh was scared and although she had made good points about my choosing her, that wasn't the whole problem, not now. ”Perhaps part of you doesn't trust yourself. And that's okay because there's a lot at stake and neither of us have got it right when it comes to relations.h.i.+ps so far. But this is different. We're different, and if you don't trust yourself then you've known me long enough to trust me.”

She tried to pull her fingers away, but I wouldn't let her. I wasn't letting her go. ”This was about you making a choice, Luke, not me.”

”And I'm telling you that you're the choice I'm making. The most important choice I'll ever make.” I slid toward her, our thighs touching, her warmth seeping through to me.

”But-” I pulled her onto my lap, finally having her in my arms, able to breathe in the scent of her, of forever, of home.

”You don't think I have other options. Maybe you were right. Maybe it seemed all too easy that when Emma and I split, I finally woke up. Perhaps it was. But that doesn't mean it wasn't the right choice.” Ashleigh would always be the right choice. ”And now? You think I don't have the opportunity to f.u.c.k other women? I've always known there are other options.”

She winced.

”You're right; you've been right in front of me all these years, and for whatever reason we haven't happened until now, but I'm not thinking, Ashleigh's around and available, that would be easy. I'm thinking, what a f.u.c.king waste, I'm an idiot. We could have been happy all this time, together.” I scanned her face, trying to read her reaction. Did she understand? ”There will never be anyone else for me but you.”

Ashleigh My head was spinning and my heart was pumping. I'd woken from a dream of Luke to find him at my door less than an hour later. Every sign said it was time. Time to trust him. Time to take a chance. And I'd made that decision before he'd arrived on my doorstep.

Now, sitting so close to him, everything he was saying seemed utterly compelling. He was considered and pa.s.sionate in equal measures. Part of me wanted simply to fall into his arms, but I was scared. Not because I didn't believe that he meant what he said, but because I did believe him. This was all I could have wished for from him. Now I was as capable of f.u.c.king this up as he was. The thought that I had equal responsibility for this relations.h.i.+p was terrifying. I'd dreamt about this for years. What happened if I messed it up? I had no excuses to turn him away, no more reasons to say no. He was ready. Things felt level between us, which was what I'd wanted.

It was scary as h.e.l.l.

Luke tucked some hair behind my ear. ”Tell me what you're thinking.”

”I . . .” His hand lowered from my face and I caught it in mine, and his eyes filled with questions. ”I'm glad you're here.” It was time.

Staring at our linked hands, I took in the sounds of our breath synchronizing. Was the impossible actually happening?

”You are?” Luke asked as his fingertips tilted my jaw, forcing my eyes to his. I kept my gaze lowered. ”Look at me, Ashleigh.”

Slowly, I did as he asked.

”You're so beautiful,” he whispered. He moved toward me, running his hands down my neck. ”I'm going to kiss you now. Are you ready?”

I was, finally, and I believed he was too.

”Yes, I'm ready.” My breath hitched. This wasn't to be a drunken kiss at an awards ceremony, or two friends forgetting boundaries for a moment. This was going to mean something.

His lips smoothed across mine, dropping a tiny kiss at the corner of my mouth. I closed my eyes, trying to take it in, but Luke was moving me off him. I blinked and he was standing.

”Here,” he said, holding out his hand. ”I'm going to show you how much I missed you.”

My cheeks heated. As soon as I was next to him, his fingers slid around my waist and he buried his head in my neck. ”You smell so good. You always do.”

I smiled at his comment. The perfume I wore reminded me of Luke because it smelled of magnolias. I liked that he seemed to drink it in when he was near me. It was as if it bound us together.

He pulled me closer. He was hard against my stomach, and I was relieved not just to hear his words, but to see the evidence of his desire for me. His arms clamped around me, and he began to walk me backward toward my bedroom, bending and kissing my neck at regular intervals on our journey.

We stood beside the bed as he lifted the hem of my T-s.h.i.+rt, skimming my skin with his fingers. Goose b.u.mps covered me as I brought up my arms and he pulled off my top, discarding it behind me. I rested my hands on his chest, feeling the hard shape of him underneath the fabric of his clothes. I looked up to find him smiling. I followed his lead, peeling off his s.h.i.+rt. He gently laid me down, his body over mine.

”Luke?”