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Cherish Me Forever: Chapter 25

    <span id="kobo.7.1">‘A<span id="kobo.8.1">re you up for something<span id="kobo.9.1"> spontaneous?’ <span id="kobo.9.2">he asked me.


    <span id="kobo.10.1">‘Sure.’


    <span id="kobo.11.1">Honestly, I was in the mood to simply curl up with a cozy nket, but I couldn’t say that out loud.


    <span id="kobo.12.1">‘All right. <span id="kobo.12.2">Then we’re heading to theke house.’


    <span id="kobo.13.1">I beamed. <span id="kobo.13.2">‘That’s such a great idea. <span id="kobo.13.3">But is it ready for us?’


    <span id="kobo.14.1">‘I’ll take care of everything. <span id="kobo.14.2">Don’t worry.’


    <span id="kobo.15.1">He immediately called a number from his phone. <span id="kobo.15.2">The ringing reverberated through the car through the speakers, and a female voice answered. <span id="kobo.15.3">‘Mr. <span id="kobo.15.4">Waldorf, good evening.’


    <span id="kobo.16.1">‘Hi, Agnes. <span id="kobo.16.2">Can you please go over to the house and check that everything is ready? <span id="kobo.16.3">I’m heading there.’


    <span id="kobo.17.1">‘Certainly. <span id="kobo.17.2">The fridge isn’t stocked, though. <span id="kobo.17.3">Would you like me to buy something for dinner or breakfast?’


    <span id="kobo.18.1">‘Buy something for tomorrow, yes. <span id="kobo.18.2">We’ve already had dinner tonight.’


    <span id="kobo.19.1">‘Right away. <span id="kobo.19.2">Everything will be ready by the time you arrive.’


    <span id="kobo.20.1">As soon as the phone clicked off, I turned to him. <span id="kobo.20.2">‘You can’t make that poor woman work thiste.’


    <span id="kobo.21.1">‘I know how much you like theke house. <span id="kobo.21.2">You’ll be happy there. <span id="kobo.21.3">Besides, she lives five minutes away. <span id="kobo.21.4">Trust me, she doesn’t mind. <span id="kobo.21.5">She wants to do this because she bills me by the hour. <span id="kobo.21.6">And she needs the extra money.”


    <span id="kobo.22.1">‘But why? <span id="kobo.22.2">I mean, if she lives nearby… <span id="kobo.22.3">I can’t imagine any property there not being expensive.’


    <span id="kobo.23.1">‘It’s aplicated story. <span id="kobo.23.2">But now, no more talk about her. <span id="kobo.23.3">Let’s talk about you.’


    <span id="kobo.24.1">‘No,’ I said firmly. <span id="kobo.24.2">‘Let’s talk about anything else. <span id="kobo.24.3">Please.’


    <span id="kobo.25.1">‘Are you sure? <span id="kobo.25.2">You always say it helps to talk.’


    <span id="kobo.26.1">I sighed. <span id="kobo.26.2">‘I know, but tonight has been aplete shit show, and I don’t feel like thinking about it for one second more.’


    <span id="kobo.27.1">Part of me still feared that Dom mighte to his senses and run in the opposite direction. <span id="kobo.27.2">No one needed Malcolm or his drama in their life. <span id="kobo.27.3">I was stuck with him, it seemed, and so was my family. <span id="kobo.27.4">But Dom didn’t need to deal with it.


    <span id="kobo.28.1">‘Fine, if that’s what you want. <span id="kobo.28.2">But if you change your mind at any time, you can tell me, okay?’


    <span id="kobo.29.1">‘Sure.’ <span id="kobo.29.2">I knew I wasn’t going to change my mind tonight at all.


    <span id="kobo.30.1">‘So what <span id="kobo.31.1">do<span id="kobo.32.1"> you want to talk about?’ <span id="kobo.32.2">he asked.


    <span id="kobo.33.1">I turned to him, pulling a bit at the seat belt so it didn’t cut into my neck anymore. <span id="kobo.33.2">‘I have a few options for presents for your dad.’


    <span id="kobo.34.1">‘What?’


    <span id="kobo.35.1">‘Yeah. <span id="kobo.35.2">I tried to figure out what he might like, and I’d like your opinion before I order it.’


    <span id="kobo.36.1">‘You’ve got options?’


    <span id="kobo.37.1">‘Why do you keep parroting what I’m saying?’


    <span id="kobo.38.1">‘I’m processing it. <span id="kobo.38.2">I wasn’t expecting it.’


    <span id="kobo.39.1">‘I do it often. <span id="kobo.39.2">Sometimes we all think about options for presents, especially for my aunt and uncle, and then we put our heads together and decide what would make them happiest. <span id="kobo.39.3">We have a system.’


    <span id="kobo.40.1">‘A system,’ he repeated, stunned.


    <span id="kobo.41.1">I started tough. <span id="kobo.41.2">‘Can I tell you the options?’


    <span id="kobo.42.1">‘Sure.”


    <span id="kobo.43.1">‘All right. <span id="kobo.43.2">I found a special edition chessboard with collectible items, plus an outdoor sitting area where he could move around on his own.’


    <span id="kobo.44.1">‘I think that chessboard is a sure deal.’


    <span id="kobo.45.1">I grinned. <span id="kobo.45.2">‘That was easy.’


    <span id="kobo.46.1">‘You’ve got a list of options for me too?’


    <span id="kobo.47.1">‘Yes,’ I said, a bit suspicious. <span id="kobo.47.2">‘But I’m not going to reveal them to you.’


    <span id="kobo.48.1">‘Why not?’


    <span id="kobo.49.1">‘Because it’s a surprise.’


    <span id="kobo.50.1">‘Then how are you going to pick out what’s best for me?’


    <span id="kobo.51.1">‘By talking it out with your dad, obviously.’


    <span id="kobo.52.1">He jerked his head in my direction. <span id="kobo.52.2">‘You’re talking to my father?’


    <span id="kobo.53.1">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.53.2">He said I can contact him anytime.’


    <span id="kobo.54.1">‘You’ve…’ <span id="kobo.54.2">He stopped talking, focusing on the road again. <span id="kobo.54.3">‘Reese, you are truly the most amazing person I’ve ever met. <span id="kobo.54.4">I don’t think anyone’s ever put any effort into giving me something. <span id="kobo.54.5">Actually, I’m sure of it.’


    <span id="kobo.55.1">‘That can’t be true,’ I said.


    <span id="kobo.56.1">He might not be used to anyone thinking about him, but I nned to do it a lot.


    <span id="kobo.57.1">“I really like your dad,’ I added. <span id="kobo.57.2">‘He’s been telling me some fun stories about you and the family. <span id="kobo.57.3">I think he enjoys remembering those times.”


    <span id="kobo.58.1">“Oh, there’s no doubt in my mind that he likes talking about the past. <span id="kobo.58.2">I bet that gives the caregiver some downtime, too, which I’m sure she appreciates.” <span id="kobo.58.3">Dom was so serious when he said this that I just wanted to kiss him. <span id="kobo.58.4">He meant more to me than he knew, and I needed to make sure he understood that. <span id="kobo.58.5">“Thank you for doing that. <span id="kobo.58.6">It means a lot.”


    <span id="kobo.59.1">“Nonsense, I’m having fun with him.” <span id="kobo.59.2">Dom would get used to my ways, and then soon enough he’d call me a busybody like the rest of the Maxwell n did. <span id="kobo.59.3">“Hey, can we stop by my condo first? <span id="kobo.59.4">I want to change and maybe pack a small overnight bag.”


    <span id="kobo.60.1">“Sure.”


    <span id="kobo.61.1">“Do you need to pick something from your ce too?”


    <span id="kobo.62.1">“No, I have some clothes at theke house.”


    <span id="kobo.63.1">***


    <span id="kobo.65.1">O<span id="kobo.66.1">nce at the condo,<span id="kobo.67.1"> I changed clothes and packed as quickly as I could…but it still took almost an hour. <span id="kobo.67.2">Dom was patiently waiting for me, asionally chuckling when I kept adding stuff to my carryon.


    <span id="kobo.68.1">After we finally got in the car, I brought up the chessboard for his dad again, not wanting to risk the conversation circling back to Malcolm. <span id="kobo.68.2">Besides, I was still considering the sitting area. <span id="kobo.68.3">But in the end, I had to go with what Dom thought was best for his dad. <span id="kobo.68.4">After all, he knew him much better than I did.


    <span id="kobo.69.1">When he pulled the car into the driveway, the house looked like it was currently being lived in. <span id="kobo.69.2">I expected the housekeeper to still be inside when Dom opened the door, but it was empty.


    <span id="kobo.70.1">‘She’s already left?’ <span id="kobo.70.2">I asked.


    <span id="kobo.71.1">‘She always makes it a point not to be here when I arrive.’


    <span id="kobo.72.1">‘Okay.’


    <span id="kobo.73.1">‘I told her I don’t mind at all. <span id="kobo.73.2">But I have to say, right now, I’m happy it’s just the two of us.’ <span id="kobo.73.3">He smiled. <span id="kobo.73.4">‘Want a drink?”


    <span id="kobo.74.1">“Sure. <span id="kobo.74.2">Surprise me with something.”


    <span id="kobo.75.1">We both went to the kitchen. <span id="kobo.75.2">He took out ice from the freezer, then bottles of amaretto, rum, and orange juice. <span id="kobo.75.3">I watched him mix them together, and it looked delicious. <span id="kobo.75.4">We clinked sses, taking a sip at the same time.


    <span id="kobo.76.1">Yum, it tasted delicious too.


    <span id="kobo.77.1">I brushed my hair behind my ear, and Dom leaned into it. <span id="kobo.77.2">‘I’ve wanted to be alone with you the whole damn evening,’ he said.


    <span id="kobo.78.1">‘I was half expecting you to leave. <span id="kobo.78.2">I wouldn’t have med you, you know, if you’d bolted earlier.’


    <span id="kobo.79.1">He stared at me. <span id="kobo.79.2">‘And leave you there on your own?’


    <span id="kobo.80.1">I shrugged. <span id="kobo.80.2">‘It’s not your drama.’


    <span id="kobo.81.1">‘Reese, you’re mine. <span id="kobo.81.2">Do you understand?’ <span id="kobo.81.3">He stepped in front of me, touching my face and the side of my neck. <span id="kobo.81.4">‘I don’t care how long fighting with Malcolm will take. <span id="kobo.81.5">I’ll be there every step of the way, by your side, supporting you. <span id="kobo.81.6">I can’t fight for you, though I’d very much like to.’


    <span id="kobo.82.1">‘You would?’ <span id="kobo.82.2">I whispered. <span id="kobo.82.3">Suddenly, I was melting. <span id="kobo.82.4">This man wanted to be everything to me. <span id="kobo.82.5">My love for him couldn’t get any stronger.


    <span id="kobo.83.1">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.83.2">I’d do anything to make your life better. <span id="kobo.83.3">You deserve a life where you don’t have to worry about one damn thing. <span id="kobo.83.4">That’s what I want to give you. <span id="kobo.83.5">Tell me what you need.’


    <span id="kobo.84.1">‘This. <span id="kobo.84.2">You. <span id="kobo.84.3">Really, it’s more than enough. <span id="kobo.84.4">I love you so much,’ I whispered.


    <span id="kobo.85.1">‘And I love you. <span id="kobo.85.2">Never think I’d bolt, okay? <span id="kobo.85.3">No matter what happens. <span id="kobo.85.4">If you believe one thing, then believe that.’


    <span id="kobo.86.1">‘Okay,’ I murmured.


    <span id="kobo.87.1">‘Now, let’s get you out of these clothes.’ <span id="kobo.87.2">He started fiddling with my scarf, trying to remove it, but to no avail. <span id="kobo.87.3">“I can’t undo this,” he said, frustration thick in his voice.


    <span id="kobo.88.1">I chuckled. <span id="kobo.88.2">‘I’ll do it.’


    <span id="kobo.89.1">While I took it off, Dom undid the buttons of my coat. <span id="kobo.89.2">He ced a kiss on my corbone for good measure. <span id="kobo.89.3">I loved that he did that whenever he had the chance.


    <span id="kobo.90.1">‘Your skin is so damn soft,’ he murmured, then threw the coat on the couch.


    <span id="kobo.91.1">‘Now you take yours off,’ I said, working his buttons.


    <span id="kobo.92.1">I still felt off in a way I couldn’t exin even to myself. <span id="kobo.92.2">But the way he touched me and kissed me made it all better.
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