Dinner was nice. But what was really overrated was taking it slow. Yeah, that was never going to happen.

After Chris walked me back to the hotel closed the space between us kissing me. Kissing him was something indescribable. He stopped the world around me. He cluttered my senses and surroundings until there's only him.

"You want to come inside?"

"I thought we were taking this slow."

"I thought we both knew that wasn't going to happen." I answered making him chuckle. He closed the gap between us once again. He held me in his arms and kissed me so hard I saw stars.

"I love you."

"I love you too. I really do."

We snuck back to the tiny bed and breakfast I was staying at. The window was open blowing in the salt air to my room. He kissed me and hugging my body. His arm slipping down my body. He took his time undressing me, enjoying every part of me.

"I love you"

"I love you too."

"I love it when you say it." He told me between kisses. He gazed down at me smiling widely. His eyes were the bright blue I remembered.

"I know." I smiled at him breathlessly. He was the only thing I felt. He's everything, he's everywhere. And I am his, and I am me and I am us. I belong to him, the world, and to me.

I went back to Boston with Chris by my side. He stayed at my place, somewhere he hadn't seen very much.

We walked in the front door and Chris looked around trying to take the place in. Trying to figure out the little parts of me spread across the place. He stayed quiet and followed me to my kitchen. He sat at a stool by the countertop area. I placed a beer in front of him and he opened it using the countertop.

"You know it's kinda amazing that I can count the times I've been here on one of my hands." Chris mentioned taking a sip of his beer.

"We spent most of our time in a hotel room." I shrugged taking a sip of mine.

"What have you been up to in the past year or so."

"Well, Whitney got married that was exciting. I went to Peru. I finished a lot of sets. Just the usual."

"You told me about Peru. Do you have any future trips planned?"

"At the time no. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why did you propose to her so quickly. It took me awhile to get back onto my feet. And I thought, maybe hoped rather, that you were in the same spot."

"I was. I–uh–I don't know why I did it. I needed someone quick and there she was. It was–uh–an extended one night stand for a lack of of better words."

"How did she take the break up?" I asked gliding over to sit on the couch. He sat down next to me wrapping an arm around us.

"We both weren't ready. It wasn't messy."

"So not like ours?" I laughed picturing our shouting match in the street.

"Definitely not like ours. I felt better leaving her. I just felt sadness when you left. I'm sorry Lucy."

"What could you possibly be apologizing for? We made our own decisions and honesty I would do them all again. I think I needed to loose something I loved so much to realize what I was doing to myself."

"I'm proud of you Lucy. Tackling all of that cannot be easy."

"It isn't. Sometimes I still think I see him and panic. I get scared because I didn't tell him where I was going, or that I wasn't allowed where I was and I think he's going to come and yell at me. He's never actually there, but his ghost is just as frightening. There's nothing more I hate than the feeling of fear. But I'm scared that he's there. And I'm even more terrified that he will always haunt me."

"I certainly understand how our minds play dirty tricks on us." Chris said carefully lifting my hand to his lips.

"I know you do." I sighed leaning against him. I wondered if we could just pick off where we left.

His eyes seemed to wonder the same thing as he stared at me not knowing what to say. I took his hand in his and kissed it, trying to tell him it's not going to be like last time. I was terrified of messing this up a second time. But surviving without him seemed like a prison sentence, always wondering what could life be like.

He looked at me like he wanted to cry. Maybe I wanted to as well. There was nothing I could deny him of. And if I had the nerve, I would have told him to take me to the court house. But we had time. Finally I knew we had time.

The months moved by and Chris left for LA, and surprisingly I followed. He took me home in his nice car, and I started to feel a little nervous. I don't know why. This was my first time seeing his house in LA. I don't know what to expect. We pulled up at the gate and he drove up the drive way. I remained quiet and watched as the house appeared in my view.

It was a big house. I had never stayed in a house this big. I had slept in hotels this size. I'm sure it wasn't as big as Will Smith's house or the Kardashians, but it wasn't anything to laugh at. The house was grand in it's own way. It was grand because it looks like a home. Some huge houses look cold, and like you can't touch anything. Chris' house had a nice homey feel to it. It had a huge yard with trees all around it. Inside there was an amazing kitchen, sleek in style. The colors were darker than I imagined. The house had pictures of him and his family everywhere. His office was probably the messiest part of the home so far. But everything seemed put in it's place. Every now and then i'd see little dog toys for Dodger.

I followed him up the stairs that led to his room. I looked around the hallway and saw the empty rooms. He had at least 3.5 bathrooms and 5 bedrooms. I walked into his room and set my stuff down out of the way. I took a look at his bed and got a running start and jumped on it. The sheets smelled like him. The bed was comfy, almost too comfy. Chris laid down next to me and looked at me. I know what he was thinking but I don't tell him that. I kissed his shoulder and his cheek and finally his lips. It was amazing how much I love him. It was nothing like I've ever felt before.

"I'm hungry."

"I'm not surprised."

"Where do you keep your food."

"Well most people keep theirs in their kitchen..."

"You're such a smart ass." I laughed hitting him on the chest. I sat up and glanced back at him staring into his depthless eyes. I took his arm and tried to pull him up.

"Come on. You can explain to me the healthy foods you have."

"You wouldn't even eat them!"

"I gotta know which ones to ignore!" I told him and he started to laugh filling the house making it even closer to home.

We made our way to the kitchen and I sat on the bar stool watching him talk about some food in his kitchen. He went on a random rant about some brand of beer that he liked. I didn't really pay attention. Instead I was studying around the area, and I saw some pictures of him and his siblings. There were a couple items out of place, like the random coffee pot on the kitchen table. He had two beer bottles lined up behind the sink. He had a couple envelopes at the end of his kitchen table that caught my eye. I don't know why I was so interested in the imperfections of his beautiful house. Maybe it was because I looked for reasons to call this home. In a home nothing is perfect, what makes it perfect is the people living there. I tried looking for him there.

I got up and walked towards the refrigerator and opened it. I took out some fruit he had stashed in there and I placed it on the counter.

"I berry much want a smoothie. Ice hope you want one too." I mentioned to him pointing to the strawberries. The house then rang with his laughter.

We spent the next couple days attached at the hip. We didn't go out often and that was more than fine with me. As long as I was by his side I didn't care. I stayed a week, five days longer than I really wanted to, but I couldn't bring myself to leave for Boston. I worked from there, for a couple hours every day. Whitney happily told me that everything wasn't going to fall apart in a couple days.

Every now and then Chris would drop not so subtle hints about him wanting me to move in with him there. And I could see myself there with him and Dodger. But to leave everything I made at Boston was daunting. I wouldn't be able to talk to Whitney as much, I would miss everyone at work. All the friends I haf made in Boston I would miss. But as much as Chris reminded me about the idea of moving in, he also reminded me that he goes back to Boston a lot too.

I considered it. I really did.

I woke on my last morning with him to wet kisses trailing up my body. I groaned and opened my eyes. I shut my eyes because it was to bright in the room. I rolled back on my stomach trying to get three more seconds of sleep.

"You're most definitely the romantic one in this relationship." I croaked talking into the pillow. He just laughed at me and gave me a quick kiss before disappearing out of the room.

I went down stairs sneaking on one of his sweatshirts. He was watching the news and drinking some coffee. I came up from behind him and hug him kissing his shoulder.

"You know the more I think about you, the more I think you're unreal." I told him making him chuckle a bit. He turned around and I gazed up at him.

"And why is that."

"Your shoulder, waste ratio is weird." He shook his head and laughed. Dodger got excited at the sound of Chris and his jumped on me making Chris laugh even harder. I smiled just trying to remember this moment here. We spent the rest of the morning dancing and singing to Queen dramatically. Like standing on the couch yelling the words, dramatic.

"I made breakfast!" I shouted over the music at him even though he was two feet away.

"Thank you." He yelled back dancing his way to me pushing me back with his chest.

"Stop!" I laughed pushing him back.

I happily kissed him at the airport and felt the lightest I ever had leaving him.

I marched into the office as soon as I got off my flight in Boston. I walked past Whitney and smile.

"Well someone is glowing! Have fun with Mr. Incredible?"

"Yeah I did, can I talk to you in my office please." I asked her with a professional tone. I was buzzing inside and I didn't know why.

"Everything okay?" She asked closing the heavy glass door of my office.

"Of course, have a seat." I told her pointing to the seat in front of me. She looked at me suspiciously before sitting. I leaned into my desk resting my hands on it. Whitney gave me me worried look since I seem so quiet. I opened my mouth and what I told made her go a little speechless.

"I'm thinking of opening a office in LA. Of course I'll keep this office and you'll be running it. But we'll have one in LA. What do you think?"