"I love it already."
We spend the rest of the evening in bed, talking about our dream home. How the barn could look and how many horses we want. We even downloaded a program on to her computer where we can build a floor plan and see what the house would look like. Surprisingly, we have very similar taste when it comes to the outside look and the colors inside.
"I can't wait to see what you do inside of our home," I tell her.
"You mean, besides you?" she says, tapping the tip of my nose with her finger.
"Oh, that will happen every step of the way. Our home will be christened from the inside out."
Her cheeks get red. I slide the laptop off my lap and climb on top of her.
"We should probably do the same to this apartment a few more times before I leave," I tell her. I push my hard length into that spot I love so much between her legs.
"I'll never say no to that."
I spend the next hour loving every part of her. Bringing her to ecstasy multiple time with my mouth. I will never tire of her grinding and fucking my face. Having the control to bring her to the edge then back away. The whimpers that leave her mouth making my dick hard. I love pleasuring her, and I want to be the one who does it for the rest of our lives.
Chapter twenty-five
Chrissy
Twodaysofmind-blowing,body-aching sex and making plans for our future, I now have to say goodbye. I know it's not forever, but it still hurts. My heart feels like it’s in a vice that’s being screwed tight. I know this new job is going to be a great thing for him, and I can't be the one who stops him from accepting this opportunity. I'm really hoping the apartment will let me break my lease early. Not likely, but I can try.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with me now?" he asks me as he zips up his luggage.
"I have to be responsible this time and wrap up loose ends here."
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Don't worry, I'll be there as soon as I can," I say to him as I grab the front of his blue t-shirt and press my lips to his.
His hands wrap around my waist and pull me in.
"One month?" he asks.
"One month. Promise."
"I'm going to miss you so much," he says as he tucks some loose strands of hair behind my ear.
"I'll miss you, too." I give him a quick peck. "We should get you downstairs though. Your ride should be here soon."
"I should have gotten a later flight so I had more time with you today."
"Shoulda, coulda, woulda." I tap his nose with my finger then turn, grabbing one of his bags.
We go downstairs and wait for the Uber driver to show up. The whole time, Troy has his arms wrapped around me. Words don't need to be spoken because we can both feel it. The sadness it is causing, even though we both know it is only temporary. He pulls me in a little tighter when we see his ride come around the corner. I turn in his arms and put my hands on either side of his face.
"I love you so much," I say and kiss him gently.
“I try to memorize everything about him, down to the tiniest details. The feel of his lips, the warmth of his body, the smell of his cologne.
"I love you, too, Christina."
"Call me when you get home?"
"I will."
We break apart, and he loads his bags into the trunk of the car. My heart slowly drops into the pit of my stomach. He walks back over to me, grabs my hands, and kisses me again. Then I say goodbye, for the second time, to the man I love.