Page 101 of Pining for Pierce
“Oh… that’s not all.”
“Why? What else has happened?”
“Nate Newton came over earlier. He wants to do a piece on me for the Hart’s Creek Courier, and…”
“And?”
“You should look at my social media page.”
I pull out my phone. “Why?”
“Because this morning, I had just under four hundred followers…”
I find his page, scrolling down a little, and let out a gasp. “Three thousand, two hundred, and twelve?”
“It’s gone up since I last checked, but yeah… crazy, isn’t it?” He pulls me closer and I look up into his eyes.
“I’m so proud of you.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
He bends his head, kissing me. “That means a lot, babe.”
He takes my hand, switching out the lights, and leads me up the stairs into the apartment, where he turns, placing his hands on my waist.
“I keep having to pinch myself,” he says, shaking his head, and gazing into my eyes.
“I’m not surprised. It’s all happened so fast, but you deserve it.”
“You’re talking about the exhibition, aren’t you?” he says, smiling.
“Of course. Why? What are you talking about?”
“You. Me. Us.”
“Why would you have to pinch yourself about that?”
“To remind myself how lucky I am that you’re here with me… that you’re mine.”
“Of course I’m yours.”
“And you’re willing to stick by me through all this… madness?” he says.
I lean in to him, resting my head on his chest. “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
“Except in bed?” he asks, and I look up to see his eyes sparkling down at me.
“Now you’re talking…”
Chapter Twenty
Pierce
This is getting kinda ridiculous.
I’ve gone from wishing that painting could fill more of my time, and maybe that I could forge a career from it, to wondering how I’m supposed to find enough time to breathe… let alone paint.
