She nods. “I used to fantasize that we’d be together. That we’d be married. That we’d have kids.”
“So…basically…you’re saying that I’m your dream come true?”
“Yep. Basically.”
“Well, you’re my dream come true, too.”
I lean in to kiss her and we don’t let up. She moves her hands to my shirt and starts to undo the buttons. I slide my hands beneath her skirt and pull down her tights. Quickly, feverishly, we get our clothes off. Or most of them, anyway. When I push her up against the nearest wall and enter her, she still has her bra and her skirt on, and my shirt’s still on, just unbuttoned, my pants and briefs pooled at the floor. We need each other too much to bother with the rest of our clothing, or to move to her bed.
“Oh, Austin,” she gasps. I thrust deep into her, pinning her to the wall. I hold her face and crush my lips to hers.
Each thrust feels equally erotic and loving. We’re drowning in pleasure together. And when she comes, her thighs quivering, her gasps high and out of control, I whisper into her ear that I’m falling in love with her and I swear she comes even harder. When she comes the second time, I come with her.
Chapter Twelve
Chloe
Snow flecks the windshield as Austin and I pull up to his parents’ house. It’s Christmas Eve and I’m equally giddy and nervous. It’s going to be my first time meeting Austin’s parents, and even though he’s assured me they’re going to love me, I can’t help but be nervous.
Austin parks the car behind theirs in the driveway and leans over to give me a kiss.
“You look gorgeous, Chloe,” he says.
“Thanks, baby,” I say. I take a breath. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
Austin’s mom answers the door with a cheerful hello and gives hugs to both of us. Her genuinely warm welcome calms me down—and so does Austin’s dad’s hearty greeting, too. As the evening progresses, I see that Austin is right, of course. I really have nothing to be nervous about. His parents are just as nice as he told me they’d be.
“So you flew up to see Austin a few days ago, is that right, Chloe?” his mom asks when we sit down to dinner.
I nod. “Yeah. Figured we’d sneak in a little time together before coming up.”
“That’s sweet,” says Austin’s mom. “And you two are going over to your folks’ place tomorrow around midday, right, Chloe?”
I nod and glance over at Austin. A few weeks ago, when we were figuring out our holiday plans, neither of us wanted to spend Christmas apart, so seeing both of our families together seemed like the best solution. It feels a little over-the-top, since it’s not like we’re married and our parents live less than half an hour apart. But I can’t imagine spending these days without Austin by my side.
“Austin said you’re a photographer, Chloe?” his dad asks.
I smile. “Yes. Well…I’m a student right now. But my goal is to have a photography career.”
“That’s great. Maybe you can teach a few things to this little lady over here.” He motions his head toward his wife and Austin’s mom scoffs in protest.
“My photos are just fine, thank you,” she says.
“Yeah, if you like thumbs in them,” says Austin’s dad.
We all laugh.
“We’ll show you our Europe vacation photos after dinner,” says Austin’s mom. “I promise that less than five percent of them have a thumb in them.”
“Oh, don’t force her to sit through all of those,” Austin’s dad says. He leans over to me and whispers, “Seriously. Speak up if you don’t want to see them.”
But I laugh. “No. I’d love to see them. And I promise I won’t judge any thumb appearances.”
“See, honey?” says Austin’s mom. And then, smiling over at Austin, she says, “She’s a keeper, son.”
Austin’s parents’photos, as it turns out, are actually super fascinating to sit through. Austin’s mom has such a unique way of taking photographs—she notices the things that most people don’t notice. When I tell her this, she looks flattered and tells Austin again that he “picked a good one.”
“I know,” says Austin, smiling at me. Then his expression shifts and he stands up.
