Chapter 47
Because I don’t want it to end, either, I turn in his embrace, cup his face in my hands, and pull him to me as our lips meet in a tender kiss sweeter than any cheesecake. Now thisis dessert. 19
We take our mugs into the living room and sit together on the couch while Riley plays with her ponies on the floor. Derek’s right, this isdomestic. The last time we were together, back in the day, I could have never imagined myself doing something as down to earth, as prosaic, as this. Sure, I always thought we’d spend the rest of our lives together, but being a father never entered into the equation. Just sitting here, enjoying Derek’s closeness without needing more to satisfy me, would have been beyond my comprehension.
Though, I must admit, I would likemore than his leg pressed against mine, his arm around my shoulders. But I can settle for this, at least until Riley goes to bed.