joy.
Though Lars and I are insatiable, we do manage to get in some sleep in between our sessions of love.
Still, time is irrelevant.
It’s just us, breaking barriers, becoming one.
As with all good things, though, our time of giving in to each other and caving to the feelings that have grown since that fateful day in the theatre comes to an end.
The light streaming in through a gap in the curtains on the lone window facing the front of the motel wakes me up early in the morning.
“Ugh, it’s so bright in here,” I murmur sleepily, covering my eyes with my hand.
My griping and subsequent huffing wake up Lars.
Stretching, he replies drowsily, “Hold on. I can fix it.”
“Mmm…” I nuzzle in closer to him. “Thank you. You really are the best.”
Chuckling, he says, “If you keep pressing up against me like that, I may just stay in bed.”
Forgetting about the morning light for now, I murmur, “On second thought, I think you should do exactly that. Stay, love me some more.”
He does.
Yeah, it takes another good thirty minutes before the curtains are tightly drawn, blocking out the light.
When Lars returns to the bed, he says, “It looks like it quit snowing.”
“Is there a lot out there?” I ask.
“Tons.”
Leaning into the crook of his arm, I want to know, “So what happens now?”
He looks worried. “Are you regretting what happened, Becca?”
Twisting to peer up at him, I shake my head. “No. I have no regrets at all. But things have changed. We can’t deny that. It already feels different.”
“Things have changed,” he agrees as he leans down to kiss my forehead.
“Mmmm…”
As he settles back, he says, “They’re different in the very best way, though.”
“I think so too,” I agree.
Chuckling, Lars clears his throat.
So I ask, “What?”
“Well, this is going to sound corny and like we’re in junior high, but, Becca Nadeau, will you be my girlfriend?”
I laugh as I turn to him, hitching a leg over his hips. “It does sound like we’re in seventh grade. But I know what you’re asking.”
He raises a brow. “So what’s your answer, Potential Junior High Girlfriend?”
I laugh. “Yes, I want to be your girlfriend, but not just some junior high version. I want to be your grown-up girlfriend.” I press against him seductively. “That way we can enjoy all the benefits that come with that.”
Grabbing my ass, he says, “Damn, you’re not kidding.”
I grow serious then, though, when I say to Lars, “It wasn’t just lust making me say the things I said to you last night. I have truly grown to love you.”
He looks so damn happy hearing that, and tells me, “I feel the same way, Becca. I love you too.”
I let out a little laugh, and he asks, “Hey, what’s so funny about that?”
“It’s not you professing your love that’s making me laugh,” I assure him. “I was just thinking how excited Jodi is going to be when she learns of this change in our relationship.”
He cocks a brow. “You think so? Why’s that?”
Grinning, I say, “Okay, let’s review. First, she wants me happy, right?”
“Yes.” Readjusting our bodies and propping up on an elbow, Lars asks, “And I make you happy?”
“Immensely.” I touch his stubbled cheek. “But I think you already know that.”
“I still like hearing it,” he says. “Any other reasons Jodi’s going to be thrilled we’re a couple?”
“Yes.” I nod excitedly. “She’s going to see you made me believe again. And that is a very good thing.”
Looking into my eyes, Lars asks, “What did I make you believe again, Becca?”
I blow out a breath, and tell him the truth, “You made me believe in love again. I told you once that I didn’t believe in it any longer. I thought the fairy tale wasn’t meant for me.”
“But now you know it is,” he says softly, cupping my chin so that I have to look up at him.
I nod, and he promises, “That is why, from this moment forward, my beautiful Becca, I am going to do everything in my power to make all of your dreams come true.”
Looking to the Future with a Smile
I tell Becca I plan to make all of her dreams come true.
I do, even if it means I’ll be busting my ass trying.
She deserves to be treated like a queen.
My queen.
“Lars,” Becca says, tears welling in her eyes, “I want so badly to say how I feel right now.”
“And how is that?” I ask.
“Elated. So freaking elated.”
“Good.” I snuggle her into my arms. “Then I’m going