I think about the house we’re building outside the city. We decided to leave the barn as it is—with a few structural reinforcements to extend its life—and instead, build a modest farm style house on the land not far from it. Other people might say it’s not practical. Some people might even say we’ve lost our minds. It’s a crazy amount of work, and so far, we’ve been building it for a year already. By we, I mean contractors, but we go and do as much as we can, and we were the ones who designed the house—with some professional help, of course. We’ll be the ones to pick all the fits and finishes and all those details. It’s an amazing process, and I honestly can’t wait, even if it means our commute to work will be way longer. At least we’ll get to spend that time together. Cliff has also been talking about working from home more often, and I think when the house is done, that will become a reality, at least a few days a week.
We’re not engaged or married yet, even though I know both sets of our parents are eagerly waiting for it. Cliff and I talk about it regularly. About when the right time might be. But I know when we finally do sit down and decide, we’ll do it together. It might not be romantic, but for us, it makes sense. It’s how we work. We make our decisions together—as many as we can, and certainly the major ones. Or maybe he’ll surprise me and do something crazy romantic and catch me completely off guard. And of course, I’ll say yes because I’ve known, pretty much from the fake date, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I honestly think he’s just waiting for the house to be finished because we both know we want to have our wedding in the barn. Yea, it’s special. For obvious reasons.
“Well, I guess maybe I had a small hand in it,” Cliff says, and I refocus on his beautiful face.
“Just a little,” I laugh.
“Just the smallest amount.”
“The teeniest.”
“The most minuscule bit.”
“Since we now already have that determined, why don’t you show me just how happy you are that we’re done boxing everything up, and we have the rest of the afternoon free?”
“Would you like me to applaud? Would that prove my happiness?”
“I was thinking more like an epic card tournament, but I would be open to a standing ovation.”
“Would you be open to it if I gave it to you with my mouth?”
“Oh?” I giggle. “I didn’t think any such thing was possible.”
“You clearly have no idea how talented my mouth is then.”
“Why don’t you show me?”
Cliff guides my face to his, and he does indeed show me. I thought kissing the same person for years would get boring, or that I’d lose interest, but I guess I had no real notion of what life with Cliff would be like because his kisses are still just as exciting and amazing now as they were the first time.
He kisses me thoroughly until I’m entirely breathless before he pulls away. “I love you, Rowan Mills. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, so happy that I can barely get any air out at all. “I certainly do. And I love you, Cliff Marshall.”
He kisses me again, just as thoroughly, then pulls away, a wicked smile curling over his lips. He has that devious look he gets when he’s clearly up for a challenge. “Would you like me to show you what else I can do?”
“Yes.” I tug him back to me. “I certainly would.”
The End
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I caught my hot new neighbor in his birthday suit...while trying to break into his house.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lindsey Hart specializes in sweet to extra hot and dirty romances and strongly believes in happily ever after. If you are looking for a page turner, then you are in for a wild and naughty ride with feisty heroines and alpha male heroes.
