Who We Could Be - Chelsea M. Cameron Page 0,77
I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I love you the way that I won’t get too annoyed when I find your hair everywhere. I love you in the way that I see a future. I see our future.”
She didn’t get out of bed and tell me to go fuck myself, so I saw that as a good sign.
“Ford?” I still held her face. My precious Montgomery.
“I love you. Love you, love you.” She started to laugh, and it was the most joyous sound in the world, and I started to laugh and then I realized she was crying at the same time.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I wiped her tears away with my hands and she smiled at me with such radiance that I could barely look at her.
“It’s you, Cin. It’s always been you.”
“I feel the exact same way!”
We stared at each other in wonderment. How had this happened? There would be time to think about that later, but for right now, I had one task: to kiss the woman I loved.
PERSEPHONE INTERRUPTED us a while later, demanding attention and more food in her bowl. Monty put on a silky robe and went to tend to her and I lay in her bed and looked up at the ceiling. The sheets were still damp from sex, and I definitely needed a shower.
Monty stuck her head through the doorway. “Hey, are you hungry?”
As soon as she said it, I realized I was famished.
“Oh my god, yes.”
That made her laugh. “Okay, I’ll make something up.”
“Do you need any help?”
“No, I’m good. Just relax.”
She came in a few minutes later with a tray, complete with teapot and cups, and a beautiful plate of treats.
“Hey, let’s change the sheets,” I said, before she set the tray down.
“That makes sense.” We stripped the bed and I got new linens out of the closet. Feeling a little weird still being naked, I snagged another one of Monty’s robes and we made the bed up again together.
We sat in bed with the tray and she made me use a bunch of paper towels so I didn’t get crumbs all over the bed.
“So,” she said. “What are we supposed to do now?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know, live happily ever after?”
“Cin.”
I popped a grape into my mouth. “I’m serious. We can do whatever the fuck we want, including each other.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she rolled her eyes.
“You’ve gotten about three hundred percent cruder in the past few hours.”
“Well, I’ve had sex with you now. You opened my inner box of crude.”
She made a face. “That’s disgusting.”
“Yeah, but you love me, so you love someone who’s disgusting.”
She threw a cracker at me.
“Really, Tessa. What the hell do we do now?”
I would rather bask in the afterglow of a lot of amazing fucking, but I guess we had to come down to reality sometime.
“Well, we can bang some more, and then I probably have to go home at some point. If we want to do this for real, together, we’re going to have to tell people. I don’t think we could hide this from anyone, and I don’t see a reason to. I know we just did the whole engagements ending thing, but I don’t want to wait to tell anyone about us. You know they’re going to be thrilled.”
“Not everyone,” Monty said, pulling up her knees and putting her chin on them.
“My parents will be. My aunts will be. My brothers will be. Gus will be. Lindsey and Ron and Bill will be. Those are the people who matter. And we can deal with your parents or not. You don’t owe them anything.”
“I know,” she said, trying to wipe away a few tears. “I can’t stop wanting their approval.”
I moved the tray aside so it wasn’t between us anymore.
“It’s going to be okay. You have me by your side. I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not even your parents.” I kissed the top of her head and held her close.
She sniffed and I pulled back.
“Can you believe it took us this long to find each other?”
“I’ve always loved you, even if I didn’t know it. You’re the one, Ford.” She smiled and I kissed her again. And again. And again.
Twenty
Monty
There was more sex, and more talking. We’d stayed up all night, so we inevitably crashed on Sunday, still naked and wrapped around each other. Best nap of my life.
The bubble had to burst, though,