Promises

CHAPTER 30

IT TURNED out to be mom who took me home from the hospital. I was surprised to see that the large front window was covered by plywood. I had forgotten that, prior to showing up at Lizzy and Brian’s, Dan had ransacked our house.

“They’ve ordered the glass,” Mom told me. “I think Matt said it would be installed next week. We cleaned up inside as well as we could, but you’ll probably need to have the carpet in the living room replaced.”

When I got inside, I found that the damage wasn’t bad at all. I also found that Matt’s bookshelf was now in the bedroom and his home gym was taking up most of the dining room. He had apparently moved the last of his stuff into my house while I was in the hospital.

I went to bed early, settled happily into sheets that smelled like him. I was asleep when he got home. I woke up to him sliding into bed behind me. He carefully cuddled up to my back and wrapped himself around me, making sure not to touch the bandage on my side. I settled back against him with a sigh.

“I’m glad you’re home,” I told him.

“I’m glad you’re home. I missed this. The whole week my parents were here, I was sleeping at my apartment. And then this past week, you weren’t here. This bed seemed awfully big and empty.” His hands were wandering, and he started kissing the back of my neck. “Did the doctors say you’re healthy enough to resume all activities?”

“They said no sex for six months.”

He froze until I started laughing. Then, as his lips brushed my neck again, he said, “That’s not funny.” But I knew he was smiling.

“They said to be careful and make sure we don’t disturb the stitches.”

“I’ll be very gentle.”

And he was. He lined us up, the way he always liked, and stroked us off together, very slow and passionate, kissing me deeply right up until the end when he pulled back to watch me come. And although it still surprised me, it was watching me that sent him over the edge, and he said again in my ear, “God, I love to watch you.”

Afterward, we lay tangled together in the dark.

“Jared?” His fingers were playing gently in my curls.

“Yes?” I was more than halfway asleep, perfectly warm and content, back in my own bed. With him.

“Say it for me.”

“You’re heavy.”

“No.”

“You’re a manipulative bastard.”

“No.” He was laughing.

“You’re right.”

He gave one hard tug on my hair. “That’s not it either.”

“I love you?”

He sighed contentedly. “That’s the one.”

I lay there, hearing his heartbeat in my ear, feeling his fingers moving through my hair, his smooth skin under my fingers, his legs entwined with mine, and I couldn’t imagine anything better in the world. I smiled, although he couldn’t see it, wrapped my arms tighter around him, and said it again, only really meaning it this time. “I love you.”

It had been less than a year since he had first walked through the door of our shop. It was hard to believe my life had changed so much. And looking back, I had to laugh when I realized one simple thing: the whole thing started because of Lizzy’s Jeep.