“I am so happy you did.”
“My heart wouldn’t allow me to stay home. It made its stance abundantly clear the second you walked out of my home. I forced myself not to call you back in and tell you to wait until I was packed and ready to go.”
“It wouldn’t have been my last visit, Kit. I knew that, too. Whether you came to my home or not.”
A smile forced my eyes closed as another yawn left my mouth. I was battling exhaustion that had crept up on me and the urge to continue the conversation between Fohr and I. His ability to express himself was impressive.
He was in tune with his feelings and not afraid to share them. It was something to be cherished after years of dating menwho found it difficult to openly admit something as simple as developing feelings for a woman he actively pursued.
“Sleep,” Fohr reminded me.
I patted the empty space beside me. “Get in.”
Obliging, Fohr climbed in bed once he was down to his briefs. I heard his pants hit the floor and chose to keep my eyes closed until he was under the cover he pulled over my body upon entry.
I wasn’t sleepy anymore. He fueled me with those piercing eyes of his. He obliterated the space between us. Soon, we were nose to nose.
I closed my eyes, taking him in. He was divine. God had done an incredible job with Fohr. His heart was pure. His actions were genuine. His intentions were good. His feelings were on his sleeves.
My vulnerability peaked at the possibilities that his presence presented. Loneliness had been my best form of protection since my last breakup. Now that my security blanket had been pulled from under me, my comfort level had adjusted, and I’d been cracked open like a bank safe during a mid-day heist.
A sigh tumbled out of my mouth along with words. My lips grazed Fohr’s as I spoke.
“What are your plans with me?” I inquired. “I need to know. So does my heart.”
“To convince you that undying love exists.”
His simple response settled my soul.
“And, once you’ve convinced me–”
“I’ll spend each day reminding you.”
“Seven days–”
“Seven seconds was all it took, Kit. Not for me to fall madly in love with you, sweet baby, but for me to know I want to. Someday. And, I’d rather it be sooner than later now that I have had the pleasure of spending seven days with you.”
He spilled his truth, coaxing the anxiety that was threatening to ruin the moment.Hismoment.
NINE
The silence was gnawing away at my sanity. Secretly, I was praying for Kit’s strength. Though she was tired, I wasn’t ready for her to retire for the night. She’d fallen asleep during the second movie we hardly saw much of because we were busy learning each other.
She didn’t like loud noises or chaotic environments.
She grew anxious around clutter.
She was one of many sisters.
Her youngest sister, Ko, was her best friend.
Her mother’s obsession with an on-screen character determined her name.
She didn’t use profanity.
She made many of her body products.
She had been an entrepreneur for almost as long as I’d been a pro ball player.
