We stayed at the hotel for the whole weekend. We almost didn’t go out of our room. We couldn’t get our hands off each other. I lost count of how many times we made love. Afterward, we were happy to cuddle in each other’s arms.
I had never seen Travis this open or this happy. He was laughing most of the time, and he couldn’t resist a chance to pull me into his arms and kiss me.
It was bliss. It was everything I could have ever dreamed of. It was like for the first time in many years, I belonged to a family again. And I couldn’t be any happier that I belonged to a family with Travis.
“Are you happy with the apartment, love?” he asked. “Or would you want to move into a house?”
“I’ve just settled into your apartment,” I reminded him.
“Yes. But we need to think long-term now. If you don’t want to settle in New York, that’s fine with me. I can set up an office where
