Spin My Love (My Love #1)(40)
“How have you been, Tane?” she purrs, sliding next to me. I don’t miss her staring at my body.
“Good,” I reply, moving away from her and turning my attention to Parker.
Levi walks over and stares down at Keira. “Justin wants you to play with him.”
Keira sighs, like it’s an imposition, but goes over and plays with her son.
“Sorry,” Levi says, grimacing. “I wanted to bring Justin but she found out you were coming and insisted she be here.”
“It’s alright,” I tell him. “She is your sister.”
Levi sighs heavily. “And you can’t choose your family.”
“No, but you can make your own.”
He bobs his head, reflecting quietly. “I’m happy for you and Giselle.”
I turn to him. “You are?”
“Of course I am. I’ve never seen her this happy before.”
“I’ve never been this happy before.” I smile. “Let’s go catch some waves, shall we?”
He laughs. “Maybe some small waves, since we have the two boys. I don’t think you want to leave Parker out here with Keira watching him.”
Nope, definitely not.
“Small waves it is.”
*****
Giselle
That night, Tane and I are in bed, my head on his chest. “Tane?”
“Yes?” he replies.
“Do you remember when you were sixteen and went on a date with Claire?” I ask.
He chuckles. “You still remember her name?”
I frown into the darkness. “Of course I do. She had her skinny arms all over you.”
“You were fourteen …”
“So? I remember you and Gage bringing her and her friend to the house when Mum and Dad weren’t home. I was so jealous—I was actually considering punching her in the face.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” he says, sounding amused. “I was just a stupid horny kid back then.”
“So you’re admitting something happened that night?” I ask, my voice raising.
He clears his throat. “Are you going to get mad over something I did when I was sixteen?”
Yes. No. Maybe.
“That means yes,” I mutter.
“Babe, you were young. And so was I,” he says softly. “I wasn’t thinking about how years from now, the woman I love would be busting my balls over it. All I was thinking about were boobs and ass.”
I can’t help it. I laugh.
“So she let you touch her boobs then huh?”
He makes a non-committal noise, which I take as “more than that.”
“See, I should have punched her,” I grate out.
“She kinda went down on me that night,” he admits, holding me close so I can’t move away. I elbow him in the stomach. “Ouch! I was just trying to be honest.”
“Do you want to hear about my sexual history?” I ask.
He makes a growling sound. “Fuck no. I like to imagine I’m the only one you’ve ever been with.”
I giggle at that. “See.”
“It doesn’t matter. The past is the past, and there is only one woman for me,” he tells me. “You’re stuck with me, Giselle, because I’m yours. And you sure as hell are mine.”
I think I can live with that.
“You’re here every night anyway. Why don’t you just move in?” I blurt out.
He stills. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
I put my hand on his cheek. “Of course it is. Don’t you?”
“I’d love to move in,” he admits. “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, and I didn’t want to rush anything.”
I kiss his lips. “Then it’s settled. You’re moving in with us.”
“Okay,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
“Oh, and Tane?” I say, lifting my head up.
“Yes?”
“I love you.” More than anything.
“I love you too, Giselle,” he replies softly.
Chapter Twenty
Giselle
“When are you going to move all your stuff over?” I ask Tane. It’s been a week since we had the discussion, and I’m wondering if maybe he’s dragging his feet for a reason. Did he not want to move in? Maybe I’m pushing too hard?
“I’ll get everything on the weekend,” he says.
I look around my much smaller house. “Are you okay with living here? I know it’s nothing much compared to what you’re used to.”
“I’m happy here. If we need a bigger house we can buy one. Don’t stress about it,” he says, flashing me a boyish smile. “Ah, and there’s something else. I don’t think you’re going to like it and you’ll probably overreact …”
“What is it?” I ask, trying not to think the worst.
“Well, I kind of paid the mortgage off on this one.”
I gasp. “You didn’t?”
He grins. “Of course I did. I’m living here, aren’t I? Did you think I wasn’t going to contribute? I’m not a loser.”
“You didn’t?”