She indicated the room with her eyes, and my small grin turned into a massive one. I took a step back into the room, toward her. “You’re moving back in with me?”

Giggling more, she nodded and sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees. She looked so damn beautiful, and what she’d just said…fuck…it was everything to me. But how could she tell me that right before I had to leave? As if I can leave now. No, that statement needed to be celebrated.

Shaking my head at her, I tore off my jacket. She suddenly looked confused as she watched me strip off my shirt and unbutton my jeans. “What are you doing? I thought you had to go?”

Smiling at her, I crawled over the bed, making her lie back down. “I’ve got five minutes,” I said. And there was no way on Earth I wasn’t going to try to make love to her after hearing her say that. She’d literally have to hose me down to turn me off. And I had a feeling she wouldn’t.

She giggled as I kissed her. “Five?” she murmured as my hand traveled up her thigh.

Kicking off my boots, I told her, “Okay, fifteen then.” Standing up, I stripped off the rest of my pesky clothes, then darted under the sheet with her. She giggled when we collided, but she stopped when my hungry mouth found hers.

Celebrating her momentous news took way longer than fifteen minutes…and I didn’t fucking care. I’d miss the damn flight for this. For her. For us. Finally…I’d be able to come home to her again. I couldn’t fucking wait.

After calling a cab, I gave Kiera one last, long goodbye kiss. We were both grinning when I left, and I took that as a really good sign. I just about missed the flight, but the girl at the gate let me through at the last possible second. By the way she was looking at me, I had a feeling it was my face that had gotten me through the door, but that was okay. Whatever it took to keep Matt off my back.

As predicted, I fell asleep on the plane. I think I was falling asleep before the plane even started moving. I sort of remembered them going through the safety speech, but that was about it. Next thing I knew, an older woman beside me was gently tapping my shoulder. “We’re here,” she said, her dark eyes warm as she gazed at me.

Lifting my head, I looked over to see people standing up, beginning to exit. “Oh…thanks,” I told her. “Guess I was more tired than I thought. Hope I didn’t snore.”