“Me too. But I want to finish this show. But for the next three weeks, I’m not thinking of anything but us.”
“Good.”
I have a few surprises for her. Like that I tweaked the touring schedule so I can surprise her at least once a month.
“Until then, can I at least get one of your tour shirts?”
My gut clenches at the soft purr in her voice. “I’ll give you one when we get back to our villa. But the second you put it on, you know I’m going to fuck you in it.”
“It doesn’t seem weird at all that you’re turned on by the idea of me wearing your face?” Annie cocks her head.
“It’s so weird.” I grin as I hold up our palms, lacing my fingers through hers. “But you’re stuck with me now. All my weird is coming out.”
She laughs, and I swear I could live on that sound.
When I go on this tour, we’ll be in a good place. And I hope she’s pregnant. I want kids with her because I know she’ll be a great mom. She looks out for those who aren’t as strong as she is, she has a voice and knows how to use it, she admits when she’s wrong, and most of all—she loves as if it’s the only thing worth doing.
Maybe it is.