“That’s good.” I nod. “We can do that.”
He kisses me again, and then we head out. We have a great night at the bar. He smokes and has one drink. Gunner dances with me and works on dealing with my nervousness. We end up in bed, just cuddling.
I rub his chest slowly and kiss over his heart. “I love you, Gunner.”
“And you’re drunk.”
“A little.” I laugh but sit up and look him in the eye. “I’m worried about the trip. I’m worried and anxious, and I don’t want you feeling like you’re not equal to the other guys because you are. I love you all differently and the same and intensely and ….”
“I know.” He kisses me softly. “And we all have to-do lists for Hawaii … other than fucking you.”
“Like actual things?”
“It’ll feel more like a vacation than a wedding.” He promises. “And I will remember that you love me if I start feeling insecure. I’ll remember the tub.” He kisses my neck. “Italy.” A low growl in his throat as he kisses my shoulder. “Your office today.”
He pushes me back and convinces me we’ll be okay by making sure I can’t think of anything else.