Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

twenty-six

Olivia~

I like the feeling of his clothes on me. Today, it's his sweatshirt. I sit in the bathroom, watching him get ready.

He starts by finding an outfit to wear. Well, really I found it for him, considering that's what I do anyways. I've picked out a grey sweatshirt, with a flannel. A nice pair of blue jeans and a pair of converse I've never seen accent the look.

After; he does his hair. Since I've gotten back -nearly four months ago- he's stopped putting so much gel in it, letting his beautiful curls stay loose. As I look at him, I realize just how badly he needs a haircut.

Finally, he puts on a cologne that I got for him a while back. The musky scent is one I love.

"It's your turn to get ready now." Boston smiles,
pulling me in by my hips to plant a kiss on my
lips. I smile, feeling my face get hot.

"What do you mean? I am ready!" I joke as we walk down the hall, into my bedroom.

I open my closet, in efforts to find something to wear. The first thing my eyes are drawn to is a pair of black overalls. In all honesty, I forgot I had them.

"I got it!" I happily say, pulling the overalls and a white shirt out of my closet. Boston looks up from his phone, a smile spreading across his face.

"You want me to go out while you change?" He asks, already standing up. I find it cute, but also really generous.

"I mean, if you'd prefer then,"

"This isn't about me sweetheart. This is about you." He tells me, putting a loving hand on my side.

"Well I'm okay with you staying," I hesitantly say, pulling his hand away from my body, even if it kills me to do so. "I mean, it's not like we've had sex before or anything." I joke.

"Oh," The word escapes his mouth, surprising himself, more than me. "Okay." He smiles.

"What?"

"I don't know. I mean I know it's true and all, it's just weird for me to hear you say it." Boston confesses. I didn't know the topic made him uncomfortable. So, I tell him that. To which he responds "I'm not. Sex is such an aggressive word though."

"It's just a word Boston. I mean, do you want me
to just say we fucked? Because I can do that too."

"No- Just, forget it. We've gotta get going anyways." He says, annoyance slipping in his tone. He grasps my hand, pulling me towards the door.

"Boston," I protest, pulling my hand away from his. "Does it scare you? Like, does the idea that you and I fucked scare you? Because if that's what this is, then I really think we should,"

"No! It doesn't scare me. Not at all. Nothing about it scares me. It's nothing. I promise."

"Hey," I run my hand down his chest, refusing to look him in the eyes. "It seems like this goes beyond being physically intimate with each other Boston,"

"I don't want to scare you, so I'm choosing not to have this conversation."

"You aren't going to scare me." I tell him. It may be a small fib, only because he's scaring me, by being so secretive about this.

"We can talk about it later,"

"Boston Mayor, I am not messing around. I want you to talk to me. You're scaring me."

"I don't want to scare you," He sighs. "I just don't know how your going to react,"

"Boston. You've known me since we were fifteen. You should know by now that you could tell me
you killed someone, and I'd be helping you hide a body." I chuckle, now worried that we may have to hide a body.

"I've just been thinking," He starts. My heart pounds against my chest, afraid of what he may be about to say. "For a really, really, long while now," His hands are on my hips, and he's so close to me, I'm breathing in his cologne. "What if, I don't know, what if one day, you and I, ya know, had a mini us?"

"Like a baby?" I question, making sure I'm understand what he's trying to say.

"Like a baby." He softly smiles.

How can I say no to that?

"Well," I find myself smiling now, imagining Boston and I having a family. It would be a lie if I said that I haven't fantasized the thought before. It's something I've thought about a lot, actually. "I think I might just be able to get on board." I softly press my lips against his.

"Like right now?" He asks, like a little kid begging for candy.

"Maybe not right now. But, in the very, very, near future." I tell him, as he places another kiss on my lips.

"I can live with that." He mutters into my lips.

I love you."