Limelight Love Story

6. A Skating Lesson

Lucy only need to pack a tote bag for her weekend of performances in Philadelphia since everything else was transported on her tour bus, and because she liked being at home with Tim so much, she opted to take her private jet in the middle of the night to have one last walk to her bedroom door and "Good night, wife" "Good night, husband" exchange before leaving.

She yelped when she saw a figure at the foot of the stairs on her way to leave. "TIM!" She put a hand over her racing heart. "You scared me! What are you doing up?"

"I'm driving you to the airport," Tim answered.

"You need your sleep. I'll take my driver to the airport, but thank you for being so sweet," Lucy was glad all the lights in the house were off; hopefully he did not notice that she was swooning.

"Are you sure? I don't mind."

"The 'Great Husband's Guide to Marriage' will be a best seller forever," she grinned, and then he took her tote bag off her arm to carry it to her car. Lucy thought if she won the lottery, she would not have felt as lucky.

"The what?"

"Oh, in my head that's what I'm calling your book of all the little ways you're the best husband ever."

"You mean being a decent human being to a woman?"

She surged up to kiss his cheek, which based on how his mouth was slightly agape, he had not expected that. "You would be surprised how many men can't fulfill that basic requirement."

"Well, I'm sorry you're used to crappy men, but you deserve someone who will drive you to the airport at 3AM." He could tell she was speaking from experience, and he wanted to find every single one of her exes and throw them against the boards of an ice rink.

Her car pulled up, and she left the front door of the house with Tim right behind her; she was groggy, sleepy, and swooning, which Lucy learned was a lethal combination. "Careful, Tim, you keep doing stuff like this, and I'll never divorce you."

"I don't think that's the threat you think it is," he noted.

Tim was still in the sweatpants and t shirt he had obviously slept in and his hair was tousled from his pillow, so Lucy thought he looked adorable. Then he waved for the driver to stay in his seat so that Tim could be the one to open her car door for her. She took one look at his semi-open arms and went to him for a hug. The kind that was supposed to be quick, but then he wrapped his arms around her, too, and neither wanted to let go, so they just stood there holding each other for a couple inhales and exhales.

Finally, Tim said into her hair, "I don't want you to miss your flight," but his actions proved otherwise since he was still holding her.

"It's a private jet. It'll wait for me," she smiled and rubbed her cheek against his chest to stubbornly continue hugging him. "Your muscles are comfy. Normally ripped guys aren't good to cuddle with."

"Not much of a cuddler," Tim responded with then wondered what it would be like to have his whole body wrapped around Lucy's, and then if it would feel different without clothes on, and...he had to stop that train of thought.

"I can fix that." She realized what she said and stepped out of his embrace to look him in the eye as she clarified, "I didn't mean I would...I'm not trying to weird you out. I'm sorry. I'm sleep deprived, so don't hold anything I said against me."

"You're not weirding me out." If he was being completely honest, he would admit that cuddling with Lucy sounded nice.

Only to change the subject before entering dangerous territory that they kept dancing around, she said, "I'll see you Monday when you get home from practice. You definitely don't have to pick me up from the airport."