Page 98 of PSYCHOlogical

“The hotel. You and me. Naked. Making love?”

“It meant everything to me.”

“Well, you sure don’t act like it,” he said, laughing. “No. I don’t want to do that alone. You and me. Us. Together.”

I’d spent three years admiring Vincent and dreaming of what a life would be like with him in it. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it could materialize. There were far too many obstacles for me to imagine that it might become reality. Now that most of those obstacles were eliminated, the future was ours to decide.

I smiled. “I’d like that.”

“You’d be willing to pick up and move from here right now?”

“Not at this instant, but yes, I would.”

He rubbed his hands together. “How soon?”

“I don’t know. I’m a girl.” I giggled. “Girls have to get everything in order. Two days. Maybe three.”

His eyes glistened. “You’re serious?”

“I am.”

He pushed himself away from the table. “I’m not joking, Val.”

I cocked my head to the side. “Neither am I, Vincent.”

“There’s nothing holding us back.” He clapped his hands together. “Let’s do it.”

There may not have been anything holding us back, but there was one thing I needed to resolve before we left.

One big thing.