”Stephanie shot me a dirty look. She didn’t want to stay at my parents’ house, but she really didn’t have a choice.“I’ll do that,” he sa...id.We ordered our lunch and my dad, Joyce, and I talked about the business. I included Mario in the conversation by asking him to talk about some of our key customers and the new business that he and Cindi were working on. We now had ten full-time employees, counting Zeke, and we were profitable. Everyone but me was earning a normal salary, and I’d increased. I never wanted her to go. But gradually the rational part of my mind started thinking about our day, and how much was still undecided about us. As much as I wanted it, I knew that we couldn't get all those variables figured out this morning. Some things could only be figured out with time.I opened my eyes, and looked down at her tousled hair. Gently I kissed the top of her head, and she purred, writhing slowly under my hands."What're you thinking about?" I asked."You're not suppose to ask. .. well as comfortably as he couldwith that tie. A moment later I had ran back around the other side ofthe bed, helped him fully onto the bed and did my best to help himscoot over to the middle of the bed, and lean back against the pillows."Still doing alright?" Yeah, this feels a bit awkward," he replied."You are supposed to feel awkward like this," I teased."Then you are doing just great," he complimented with a little bit ofsarcasm.I giggled a bit. "Your cock is as hard as a rock, so I can. ‘You and me. This is what I want. This is all I’ve ever wanted.’ ‘What about your work?’ I asked. He smiled, a shy grin that melted me every time I saw it. ‘I’ll find a new job. I love you. I want you.’ I bit my lip and stared at our entwined fingers. So much had changed while he was gone, and yet, as he held my hand, so much felt the same. ‘Listen, Scott, these last few months -‘ ‘I don’t care,’ he shrugged. ‘Whatever happened while we were apart doesn’t matter. None of it matters. Just say.