The Nanny [Jimmy Fallon]

39

Being back with Jimmy was better than I ever could have dreamed of.

I knew things would be good, but I had never imagined exactly how good. From the second we got back to New York it was pure bliss, with me taking up residency in his apartment as I recovered from all the jet lag. We spent the full week lying in bed together, watching movies and making love, pretending like we didn't give a shit about the world outside of our little bubble.

Because the world was talking. Boy, was it talking. We were constantly getting sent pictures, articles and tweets from people, but we were trying to ignore it all. For us, this was like our honeymoon, and we wanted to stay hidden away for the remainder of it.

Plus, I didn't really care. I wasn't reading anything but by Louisa's accounts, there wasn't as much negativity as expected. In fact, most people were being quite nice, which reassured me for when I had to step back out into the public eye again, which would be tomorrow when Jimmy had to return to work. However, there was one thing constantly niggling in the back of my mind.

Dave.

We had hardly spoken since Sydney, exchanging the odd text message here and there, but nothing more. Alison had turned up in Sydney too, but I heard from Louisa that they'd had a huge argument and she'd flown home early. I was dying to text him and ask why they'd argued, but I didn't want to pry. I just hoped it wasn't about me.

But my concerns were bigger than Dave and his fiancé arguing. I knew I had to tell Jimmy about me and Dave, after all, all of our arguments in the past had been about keeping secrets and lying to one another. However, things were just so perfect, I didn't want to spoil them by bringing up something that meant nothing to me. But I knew I had to.

"Last day of this," Jimmy whispered as he climbed back into bed, wrapping his arms around me from behind.  I felt his slight stubble rub against my cheek and his big hand rest on my bare stomach, goosebumps spreading all over my body.

"This week feels like the longest week ever, in the best possible way," I replied, trying to ignore the burn between my legs as his lips nibbled gently on my ear.

"Mmm, I agree." The hand on my stomach moved down to between my legs, his fingers stroking the inside of my thighs. I was immediately set on edge, and I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter.

"I still don't know what I'm doing about LA," I said to try and calm the mood down a little, as I realised today was the best day to tell him about Dave. I really, really needed to get it over with, and him distracting me like this wasn't helping, no matter how much I enjoyed it.

"Hmm?" He murmured lazily, moving his hand so I could spin around to look into his eyes, his pupils so dilated they were almost black. 

"I have my apartment there, my whole life, I..." I sighed. "I need to think things through. What exactly to do."

He leaned forward to kiss me, his arms wrapping around my waist. "Well, there's no question, Iz. You're moving here to New York."

"Or, you could move to LA with me?" I smirked, letting him know I was joking.

"Oh baby, I would love to live in LA," he smiled at me, before pressing his lips against the tip of my nose. "The sun, the sea... Gosh, I love it there. But my whole life is here - my job is here. I can't uproot."

"I know," I whispered. "I was just kidding. And I love New York, more. You know I don't tan well. I just... I need to figure out the logistics of moving everything back over here."

"Well, you'll figure it out, Iz. And I can help with anything you need me to."

His lips were back on mine in an instant, pulling my body tight against his as he attempted to take it further. I needed to tell him about Dave - I couldn't leave it any longer. However, the second I tried to push him away he looked back at me with those gorgeous, intriguing eyes, and I couldn't tell him. Not just yet.