“Because I had nothing to give them. Except sex.”
“Except a spectacular package.”
He gives a derisive snort and a shrug. “So what?”
“You say it like hot sex is meaningless, but it’s not.”
“Not meaningless between you and me. But with those girls, it was fun and that’s it. I had nothing for them because I’d long ago given my heart to you, repressed those feelings until I had none.”
“You been seeing a shrink?”
He smiles. “Yeah. His name is Dr. Gramps.”
I laugh. Standing, I go around the table and sit in his lap, throwing my arms around him, trusting his words, trusting the emotion I see in his eyes at last, allowing myself to really feel what he’s giving me. And I give it back, starting with a long slow kiss, the kind that’s meant to last, and last a good long time, until some future date I can’t imagine.