Protective

Him

Lana

"Yeremy," I breathed.

"Lana," he mumbled back, trailing kisses down the inside of my thighs.

"Yeremy we can't do this here," I looked over at my bedroom door, half-scared that someone would knock.

Yeremy sighed, "Alright."

I took a deep breath, sliding my underwear back up from my ankles. He stared at me, he was always staring at me.

But truthfully, that wasn't something new. Yeremy had always stared at me it's only now that I know the thoughts behind those eyes.

I don't even think he understood what it meant to have self control. He was always finding reasons to touch me. Holding my hand, caressing my cheek, it didn't matter.

I smiled at him, "What are you doing today?"

"I have a meeting later," he shrugged, digging in his pocket, "What about you?"

"I have to discuss some things with my board but I'm free after that. We're starting to prepare for fashion week."

He pulled out a tiny little velvet box and revealed a stunning pair of diamond earrings. I was truthfully thankful it wasn't a wedding ring.

"These are gorgeous," I said excitedly as he handed them to me. These had to be at least fifteen carats.

"I'm glad you like them," he smiled at me as I put them on.

"It's only been a week and already you're spoiling me. What are these even for?," I shook my head, "Don't complain when you turn me into a monster, love."

"I thought you'd like them. I know you like diamonds," he laughed, "And you were already one when I met you."

"You never let me forget it," I said, putting the earrings on, "All you ever did was spend your time calling me a brat."

I was so right before. Yeremy had taste.

He sighed, resting his head on my lap, "The house is almost ready. Would you like to see it tonight?"

"Tonight?" I questioned. I wasn't doing anything at all but still. It seemed so soon.

Were we moving too fast?

"Relax," he smiled, "I'm not asking you to move in. I just want you to see it."

I smiled back, "What time?"

I was allowing him to reassure my nerves. He sounded excited and that made me happy. Besides that I knew him, the odds of there being a proposal waiting for me were slim.

At least I used to think so. The Yeremy I knew before his confession was much different than the once laying on me now.

"Seven, most likely," he said, "I'll pick you up."

"Oh," he sat up, "Before I forget, I thought we should talk about what we were going to tell your father and brother."

"About what?" I asked, feigning enough confusion that I hope he'd drop the subject altogether.

"About us," he replied, ignoring my hint, "We have to tell them."

"Now?" I asked, "I don't think they can handle that right now."

I didn't say the thing I really wanted to say which was that I was not confident that my father and Dmitri wouldn't try and kill Yeremy.

But they did love him, so it was hard to really say.

"You mean because of everything that's going on with Hamada and De León?" he paused, "That could go on forever. We can wait for that to end."

"Not just that," I started, "After everything that happened with Petyr, I think they're a little sensitive when it comes to me. They don't even let me leave the house without three separate tails that they think I don't know about."