“My Grandmother on my mother’s side loved to cook. I was her favorite so she would always ask me


    to help her in the kitchen.”


    I smile stupidly. Why do I get so excited about every new piece of information I learn about star


    O’Shea?


    He stops what he is doing, throws his tea towel over his shoulder and looks up at me. “Would you like


    to go to Irnd next weekend and meet my family?”


    “Really?”


    He smiles warmly as he kisses me gently. “Really.”


    Butterflies immediately take flight in my stomach. “If you…” I hesitate.


    “If I what?”


    I swallow nervously. “I only want to meet your parents if you are serious about this. I don’t want to go


    up there and y happy families if-”


    He cuts me off with a kiss. “If what?”


    I shrug and my eyes drop to the floor.


    He kisses me gently. “I don’t want to be away from you again.”


    The question has been burning in my stomach rises to a head. “Why did you sleep in the corridor of


    my apartment?” I ask.


    He shakes his head in embarrassment and runs his hands through his hair. “The night I made Brielle


    e and collect you from my house, I felt so terrible.” He pauses.


    I stay silent.


    “I came overte that night to check on you.” He kisses me again as if to soften the blow.


    I stay silent. I hate this memory.


    “I could hear you crying and talking to Brielle through the door.”


    My head drops in shame. Fuck. I’m a fruit loop.


    He lifts my chin with his finger and kisses me gently. “I knew I couldn’t knock and I didn’t want to go


    home until I knew you were okay, so I paced the pavement outside of your building.


    “Oh,” I whisper unsure of what to say. I wrap my arms around him. We stay still, our cheeks together.


    Both silent, both lost in a horrible, distant memory.


    “Anyway,  I  was  going  to  go  home  the  other  night,  but  I  must  have  fallen  asleep.  I  woke  the  next


    morning when Vanessa opened the door.”


    My eyes hold his.


    “I just knew I had to at least try and stay away from you.”


    I raise my eyebrows. “By sleeping on the floor of an apartment hallway?”


    He  kisses  me  again  and  shakes  his  head.  “I  don’t  know.  I  felt  better  being  out  the  front  of  your


    apartment than I felt at home.”


    I smile softly. “You are crazy, star O’Shea.”


    “You know it,” he whispers. We are interrupted by a knock on the door. “That will be my annoying


    brother.” He turns back to his frying pan. “I think the door is locked. Could you let him in?”


    “Sure.”


    I open the door and Thomas beams a beautiful smile. “Hello, Emmaline.”


    His smile is contagious. “Hello, Thomas.”


    He grabs me in an embrace and twirls me around off the floor. “The angel hase back to rescue my


    heartbroken brother,” he teases loudly.


    I giggle as he twirls me around.


    “Hands off.” star smirks from his ce at the door. Thomas throws his arm around me and we


    start to walk back to the kitchen.


    “Wee to the O’Shea n, Miss Emmaline Mathews.” He smiles.


    I walk down the street toward my office with my hand in star’s. It’s Monday and we have just been out


    for breakfast before he drove me to work. We stop on the corner and he turns and faces me. “Goodbye.”


    He smiles cheekily down at me.


    I smile goofily up at him. “Goodbye.”


    He brushes my hair behind my shoulders. “I shall pick you up. What time?”


    I  should  probably  tell  him  I’m  busy  and  at  least  try  and  act  hard  to  get.  We  had  an  amazing  day


    together yesterday. My stomach is sore fromughing, my body and mind are blown from orgasming, and


    my heart is full from loving. I smile an over the top smile.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    He is the most beautiful man I have ever met, and I came to the conclusion in the shower this morning


    that I am utterly and hopelessly in love with every single inch of star O’Shea.


    We stand still, both looking at each other, and I just want to blurt it out and tell him that I love him. It


    just feels right, but after the hell he has put me through, he can say it first. I don’t know if I can hold it in


    much longer, though.


    It’s not going to be me and I’m not saying it first.


    “Move in with me,” he breathes.


    I frown. “What?”


    “Move in with me. Share my home. I don’t want to be away from you for a minute.”


    “Umm. Oh, I… Isn’t it a bit early for that?” I stammer in shock.


    He  kisses  my  smiling  lips.  Oh  my  God,  he  is  serious  this  time.  I  feel  like  jumping  in  the  air  and


    punching it.