we might as well be lovers on the sun

My mom laughed at Nolan's joke and my dad's mouth even quirked up into a smile, he was still trying not to like Nolan but I could see that he was slowly giving up. Even a stubborn man like my father was falling for Nolan's charme and I couldn't blame him, my fake fiancè had a way with words that was impressive. I on the other hand? I felt uncomfortable after hearing the word 'clitoris' coming out of my moms mouth and like I wanted to leave hours ago. "Alright," Nolan slid the Cards of Humanity deck over to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Your turn."
I faked a yawn and stretched, "I think we're done for the night."
My mom pouted, a little more than buzzed from the few glasses of wine she'd consumed, "But I'm doing so good! I'm winning."
"It's Sunday and I have to work tomorrow," I replied, standing up and grabbing his hand. "A really early start."
My mom stood up and swayed a little, causing her husband to laugh. I had no idea of what was happening to my parents, getting old was going to his head and they were starting to act like tipsy teen all over again. "You're right. It's late and I should probably get myself to bed," She said but shot her husband a flirty glance, which I didn't miss and answered with a disgusted face. "Are you safe to drive?"
"Unlike every one else here, I'm stone cold sober," I said flatly.
My mom laughed and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, hiccuping, "Drive safe sweetheart. I can't wait to play this game next Sunday!"
"Yeah," I replied, guessing that next Sunday we wouldn't be at my parents house. What had started as a night where I was going to tell my parents that we weren't actually a couple, quickly turned into a no bars held kind of night, all you can drink, and my mom blushing every time someone said something remotely dirty.
"Nolan, it's always a pleasure," She embraced him in a hug before moving on to give me a hug too, much longer than his and a few tears might've been present when she stared at me afterwards. She was acting ridiculous. "You're so beautiful," She told me and I smiled awkwardly.
My dad hugged me than looked at Nolan, breaking the seal and hugging him. Nolan stood there momentarily shocked, hugging the man back and then pulling away as they walked us to the door. We waved and smiled at my parents and once we were out the door he broke into a laugh, noticing the annoyed look on my face. "It's official. Your family loves me," He said proudly and stared for the drivers seat.
I reached for the keys in his hand and shook my head, "You're not driving." He groaned but knew I had a point and climbed into the passenger seat, staring at me after buckling his seatbelt. "What?" I asked in a flat tone as I drove down the street, not looking at him but feeling his eyes on me.
"You really are beautiful," He said seriously.
I cocked a brow and bit back a smile as I glanced at him, "And you really are drunk. But thank you."
He grinned and shook his head, "Your parents were drunk.... I'm a little buzzed. I'm fine," I shrugged.
"You're handsome. Even if you're buzzed." I said and forced a small grin, not really in the mood for joking because it had been a long night but I had appreciated Nolan's efforts for it to go right. Not that I'd ever say that, he'd get my gratitude later with facts.
"Don't let my handsomeness distract you while you drive my car." I said and I caught him smirk from the corner of my eye.
I rolled my eyes, stopping at the red lights, "I drive just fine stop worrying about your car every time I touch it." I retorted, then jumped a little when he set his hand on my thigh.
"Damn you're nervous." He pointed out and I felt his eyes on my, studying me like he rarely do. We never had time for that, or maybe we just didn't care, we talked but we didn't really dig deep. When I didn't agree, even if I did mentally, he went on and squeezed my leg. "It didn't go that bad, did it? Or you're upset because your dad stopped hating me?" He asked in a playful voice.
"Hilarious Nolan." I said back flatly, feeling annoyed and I knew why. He was right. My parents now seemed to really like my fake fiancé and I couldn't blame them, Nolan was a brilliant man, smart and fun. But he wasn't my fiancé, he wasn't my boyfriend either, and there was nothing romantic about our relationship. "Maybe I should tell them we broke up because you found out you're gay." I added, delaying the moment when I'd have to tell him that I had been wrong, since I hated being wrong.
"No one could ever believe I'm gay." He said back in an overly confident tone, while I listened, amazed that he always had an answer ready for me and a good one too. He never got mad at me. Maybe he really was my perfect match. I didn't comment further, because I already knew where that conversation would go, so I just kept driving until I stopped in front of Nolan's apartment building. "How do you think you're going back home?" He asked and, once again, he had a teasing voice.
I ignored his question and turned my body towards his, not wanting to waste another second. "You were right Nolan, it was a stupid idea. I mean telling my parents you were my fiancé. I'm sorry if I forced you to take part of this charade." I said in one breath, thinking about how much harder it'd be when I'd have to talk to my parents.
Nolan blinked, looking take aback and I bet he was, I never said I was sorry. But he had to be relieved he wouldn't have to fake anymore, no matter how our dinners with my parents had gotten better lately, dealing with the family was probably one of the reasons why he didn't want a relationship. "Do you want to come in?" He said after a moment, surprising me because that wasn't an answer. When I shook my head no, he leaned in and pressed his lips against me softly, "Come in. Stay the night."
"Nolan, I -"
"I'm not taking no for an answer," He replied with a grin and got out of the car, closing the door behind him and basically forcing me to get out myself and slam the door shut then lock it.
"I'm not going to stay and wait on you hand and foot if that's what you're expecting," I said while passing him the keys, on the way to be annoyed for how he was ignoring my words completely.
He snorted, grinning while unlocking the door to his apartment and setting the keys on the hook by the door. "Is it so hard to believe that I enjoy your company?" He asked with a serious look on his face that I couldn't tell if it was genuine or not.
"Will you say something about what I just said?" I followed him into the living room and sat down on the ottoman while he took the couch, wondering why he couldn't just say a word, anything, back to me. Did I have to fear for the worst? Or maybe he just couldn't care lass and didn't even wanted to talk about it. I had no idea, I never had idea with Nolan.
He parted his lips and then closed them, opening his mouth again before speaking, "Come here." I hesitated only for a moment before sitting next to him, my back against his chest as his arms wrapped around my body. He pressed a kiss against the top of my head, making me want to snort and roll my eyes but I kept still and quiet instead, waiting for him to go on. "I still don't understand why you lied to your parents in the first place..."
"Do we really need to discuss this again? How expectations for women are so much different than -"
Nolan cut me off with a groan, of course not getting my point. "Why didn't you just introduce me as your boyfriend?" He asked finally and my head flicked towards his.
"Because you're not," I said slowly, because it was common sense.
He shrugged his shoulders, "I could be."
I didn't even bother to be surprised by his words, because they just made no sense, instead I turned my head again and stared at nothing in front of me. "Yeah, as in a parallel universe you could be." I said quietly, my mood only getting worse even if it wasn't Nolan's fault. It was all mine.
"Thank you for having so much faith in me." He said back flatly, but his arms didn't move from around my body which was still a good sign.
I turned my head once again to stare into his eyes, trying to guess what he could be thinking but nothing. It was like trying to read Chinese. "I have a lot of faith in you but I know that you don't want a relationship. That's why I don't think us we could ever be a couple." I retorted, feeling weird because we had never had a talk like this. We didn't really talk that much about serious things, but we talked even less about us.
He stared at me with an unreadable expression on his handsome face, "It's like we're dating already instead." He said then paused a moment before going on, "I'm seeing you only and you told me you're not seeing anyone else either, we sleep together and sometimes we fight too, what's different from being a couple?"
I shook my head, because even though in a way I could see his point, I wasn't agreeing anyway. "We never go out together, except for visiting my parents, so yes maybe we could be like a couple, but a long married one who's bored to death."
"We have too much sex for being that." He pointed out nonchalantly and that was so typical of us, always trying to make a joke out of serious things.
"I know." I agreed quickly, shifting my body so that I could look at him better, one of my hands landing on his chest, "Even if we were a couple, a real one, we'd lack of prospect."
"What does that even mean Eva?" He asked me, his look hard, it was a little scary to be honest.
"It means if I was in a relationship, I'd want to think that one day I'd marry, have kids...you know, everything." I tried to explain but I felt awkward, because my words sounded almost silly and didn't match with the image of myself I showed to the world.
He raised one eyebrow slowly, "What happened to I'm too busy with my job to have a relationship? You're talking like another person."
"I know, you're right." I paused to take a big breath, about to voice for the first time the thought I had kept in my head for a while now. "I think I'm going to quit my job."
Nolan blinked, looking beyond surprised and I wondered what he'd think about the news. "So you can have kids and get married?" He joked, being an asshole because I was opening up and he was making fun of me instead.
I narrowed my eyes on him and felt upset for a moment, "I'm being serious here."
"Isn't that what you just told me you wanted?" He retorted. "Your career came first and now suddenly you want to break up with your job to hunt down a husband and make babies?"
I crossed my arms over my chest and this time I wasn't upset. I was hurt. "You don't have to be an asshole," I replied, surprised that he'd act like that with me. "And no, I don't want to quit my job to get married and have kids."
"Then why?" He asked, looking at me like I was a stranger, someone he had never seen before.
I shrugged, pulling away and looking at him even if it was hard. I had never seen him like this, that look into his eyes made me feel awful and in that moment I realized that no matter how much we had tried to keep a distance between us, after so much time spent together he had become important for me and now? I felt an ache in my chest I couldn't explain. "Why are you asking me? So that you can keep making fun of me?" I asked back, getting defensive because I didn't like how this was going.
"I honestly have no idea of where this is all coming from." He said back flatly as he leaned his back against the couch, the distance between us growing and not just the physical one.
I stared at him for a long minute, not sure if I still wanted to tell him about my plan for the future. The thing was, for once in my life I feel really insecure and maybe even a little scared too, I was about to make big changes in my life and I have no support from anyone so the last thing I needed was Nolan treating me like an idiot too. "I'm not happy. My job doesn't make me happy and I feel trapped in my own life." I paused and turned my head to look away, not able to look into his eyes while talking, "Oddly enough, you're the only one that makes me feel better."
Nolan sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face. "I think you should quit then," He said when he brought his eyes back to mine. "You could get hired anywhere in town with Apple on your resume. You're a smart girl, you won't have a hard time finding a new job."
I parted my lips and hesitated before speaking again, "I don't want to work in HR anymore... I want to move on."
His eyes widened, shock on his face, "What will you do then?" I asked, genuinely curious.
I shrugged, feeling like an idiot, "I think I'll take a pastry class." I said quietly.
His eyes widened further, as if that was possible. If I had told him I had grown a third breast he would've looked less surprised. "That's so random." He commented shortly.
I licked my lips, "It's not like I thought about it just now. I had that idea in my head for a while now." I tried to explain even if it was as if my words were failing me. I was usually confident, good with my mouth, right now I wasn't at all instead. Truth was, I was worried for the opinion that Nolan could have about it, not that I'd ever admit it to him. "There's an intensive one in Paris, it lasts a month." I added, wanting to gauge his reaction. A full month without seeing him...well, it was weird enough just to think about it. Then again, maybe after tonight I wouldn't see him anyway, no matter where I'd go.
Nolan took an awful time before speaking again, only making me more nervous. It was as if I had kept bottled all my feelings around him always and now they were all exploding. "Okay," He nodded, giving me the worst answer he could. "That sounds nice."
"It sounds nice? This is my future Nolan," I said slowly, seriously, refusing to believe that it was all he had to say to me. If it was, then he didn't have to care much about me. "Can't you say something encouraging? Tell me I'm making a bad decision? Anything?"
He shook his head and returned the serious look, "When I tell you that you're a smart girl? I mean it. If you want to become a chef, then that's exactly what you'll do. You're motivated. You have more drive than anyone I've ever met and I believe in you."
I stared at him and this time it was my turn to take time before saying anything. Honestly, I felt as if my mouth could drop open any moment. The man in front of me was nothing like the Nolan I know, maybe that was the problem, I thought I knew Nolan better than I really did instead. He was cold, a million miles away from me, and was using words that even my boss could say. In a way, I felt as if he was firing me. "Thank you." I said eventually, feeling depressed for all the time I had spent with him and how now it meant nothing. He had said something vague about the possibility of being my boyfriend but from the way he was acting now? He had had to be joking.
"You're welcome." He said back, almost automatically, and I just nodded. "When are you going?" He added when I kept quiet.
"I haven't booked the flight yet, I haven't done anything really...but in two weeks I think." I explained in monotone, looking away and wondering how long it would take me to walk back home since I doubt I'd spend the night here.
"Soon," Nolan replied, looking almost shocked while I grew more and more confused, not only about us but about my decision too. "Well, good for you. It should be fun," He replied and stood up, as if he wanted to go away and that made an alarm ring in my head. I didn't know if it was just my mind playing tricks on me, but I had the feeling that he didn't want to have me around anymore.
My eyebrows shot up as I stared at him, "Going somewhere?"
"To lay down... my head hurts," He replied and took a step back, pressing his fingers against his forehead.
"That's what happens when you drink too much whiskey," I said flatly, trying to give nothing away.
"Scotch," He corrected me and didn't add anything else.
I bit down hard on my lip as I stared up at him, lost in my own thoughts. I just didn't understand him, no matter how much I tried, and had the feeling that the headache was just an excuse to stop talking to me. "Do you want an aspirin? Some water?" I asked eventually, getting up myself and smoothing my dress, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.
He shook his head and covered his mouth as he yeawned, "No thank you I just need some sleep I think." He answered in monotone, looking very impatient to get to his bed.
"I see." I nodded myself, "Maybe it's better if I go home, so that you can rest better-" I cut myself off when I leaned into him to kiss his cheek and he almost jumped back. I blinked my eyes at him, now sure that it wasn't his headache the problem. It was me. A sense of fear and anxiety started to sink and I took a step back, giving him the space that he wanted.
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, then sighed, "You don't even have your car, I'm not letting you walk home alone in the middle of the night." He said eventually.
"I can call a cab." I said back weakly, my mind too busy reliving the night so far to care if I'd go home by foot, by car or by renting a private jet.
He shook his head, "It's okay, I asked you to stay the night I can't take it back now." He said, but looked as if he wanted to.
I just nodded and followed him to his bedroom, turning away from him when I took my dress off, our words playing in my head again and again. I knew there had to be something, but for some reason I was missing it, probably because I had been too busy being upset over him not showing any emotion when I had told him I'd leave soon. When I turned around again and slipped into his bed in my underwear only, Nolan was already laying down on his side, his back towards me so that I couldn't see his face. In that moment it hit me. I was such a stupid woman. "You were serious when you said you could be my boyfriend..." I said quietly, not sure if he was still awake but I needed to ask him that and other things I'd never be able to ask in the daylight. When he didn't answer I reached for him tentatively, my index finger tracing his spine as I looked for some kind of contact. "Are you asleep Nolan?" I whispered, not wanting to wake him if he was.
"It doesn't matter." He said after a few moments of silence that felt neverending, my suspects becoming real and everything looked more clear. He was and I had ignored him completely.
I inched closer to him, wrapping my arm around his waist as I leaned my forehead against his back. Suddently, I was so afraid I could lose him for real that I couldn't even breathe properly, I was panicking. "I'm sorry Nolan, I got it all wrong. I'm an idiot." I managed to say, wishing I could say something more effective but words were failing me, they always did. "Tell me what to do to make this right again."
His eyes opened and he adjusted his body on the bed to face me, the lights dim but enough for us to see each other. "You're not an idiot," Nolan replied after a moment of staring at me, while I held my breath.
I bit down on my lip again, feeling uncomfortable like I always was when it came to these talks. "You've always been so clear... You've never wanted anything more than sex. You don't do relationships." I said slowly, weighing my words this time.
He leaned forward to kiss me, a quick kiss but enough to stop me from talking. "I stopped sleeping with other women when I met you," He admitted, even though I already knew as much and I'd told him the same when it came to me hooking up with other men. It'd been a natural choice, who'd ever look for someone else when I was already sleeping with the most handsome and sexy man I had ever been with? Even though I never admitted it out loud and only rarely to myself too, no one could really compare to Nolan. We were exclusive basically, only we never asked each other for that. "I'd go to Sunday night dinner at your parents house every weekend. I'm all in Eva. You're the one who has doubts, who makes up an excuse when I invite you to do something with my family. Either you want to be with me or you don't, but tell me what you want because the balls in your court."
I stared at him as I processed his words, feeling as if I was on the edge of a cliff and I had to decide if to jump or not. I could end into the sea and enjoy a very good exciting swim, or I could hit the rocks and get hurt. "I'm confused." I said eventually but honestly, forcing myself to breathe more regularily.
"Why? What's the reason why you could be confused?" He asked as he stared back at me, the way he was looking at me almost a scary one. "It's simple Eva, be with me or don't."
"It's not that simple." I retorted quickly, a habit I couldn't get rid of, I always argued about everything. When he shot me an annoyed look and groaned I realized that I had to elaborate my thoughts better. "You're right, maybe it is, but it's still a big decision to make. What if we got together and then we start fight? What if we end up hating each other? What if we break up and get hurt?" I stopped, before I could ask him what if he couldn't fall in love with me.
He raised one eyebrow at me, slowly, leaving me waiting for a bunch of seconds, "So that's what is worrying you?" He asked and I just nodded, inching closer to him to let him know what I wasn't trying to pull away, I was only voicing my doubts that, in the end, had nothing to do with him and all with me. "Don't you think we should at least try to be together before worrying about breaking up? Do you think it'd be that different from how it's been between us so far?"
"You're so smart and logic." I said quietly and even smiled a little, because he was right and I was telling him in my own way. I was going though a complicate time of my life, I knew that without Nolan? I couldn't be. "I think you convinced me...I want to be with you." I added and felt myself blush, because those words sounded so off, so silly, but they were also so true.
Nolan let out a laugh and kept his eyes locked on mine, "I convinced you?"
"Don't ruin the moment," I replied with the trace of a smile on my lips and leaned my chest against his, my lips parting as I kissed him, both to make him stop talking and because I really liked kissing him. His lips were always so tempting.
He kissed me back, rolling onto his back when my body shifted on top of his to straddle him. He moved his hands to my thighs and kept kissing me since it was our best way to communicate. He waited until I had pulled back my head, still keeping it close to his and locked in an intense gaze. "You're not very romantic. We're going to have to work on that," He told me with a grin.
A grin appeared on my own lips and I hit his chest playfully, "And you're better? You were about a minute away from kicking me out of your place."
"I'd never do such a thing," He said honestly, using an innocent smile to add to the effect.
My lips pursed together while I studied his expression, "So does this make you my boyfriend?"
"Do we have to sound like we're in high school all over again?" He wrinkled his nose, faking a hurt expression when I hit him in the chest again. "Hey," He reached for my waist and pulled me back against him. "Yes. You're my girlfriend. If you're good I might even ask you to prom."                                                     
"Hilarious as always Nolan." I said and hid my face against his neck, nuzzling him in the process while I processed my new status. I had a boyfriend now and, despite how childish the definition could sound, it was a fact. In theory, nothing would change since we had been exclusive for a long time already, but then again I wondered how much would change instead. I had no complaints about how things had always been between us, the only thing I'd add to the mix was cuddling a little more, while I didn't need romanticism or anything really, mostly because I had no intention to have the kind of relationship Nolan had been trying to avoid for so long. We were together, but still two different persons with their lives and jobs, we wouldn't melt into one.
"Would you say no?" He asked and I could feel the smirk in his tone.
I pulled my head back again to smirk back at him, "I'm afraid we'd look like fools, we're too old for that." I said in a playful tone. He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, leaving me wonder what he was thinking, and I took advantage of that moment to bring up a subject we needed to revise. "I'm still going to Paris, you know..." I trailed off, feeling insecure all over again but it was just because we never addressed too serious topics. Well I guessed that would change a little.
"I meant what I said." He said back and this time the tone of his voice was more serious, but not too much. It was quiet, deep, almost soothing. And so damn sexy too.
I looked at him and bit down on my lip, wanting to tell him that I'd miss him and that I wished you'd come visit even if I was going to be there in one month only, but I didn't want to sound too corny. "Thank you." I said instead, smiling and kissing his lips once again.
Nolan gave me a nod back and faked a serious expression, "You know that my expectations are going to be ridiculous now that I know you're planning on becoming a chef, right?"
I rolled my eyes but a smile was playing on my lips, "Aren't they always ridiculously high?"
"You're right," He grinned and closed his eyes.
"Are you falling asleep already?" I asked in a soft voice and poked his side.
He grinned but kept his eyes closed as he shook his head, "No. When are you going to put in your notice?"
I cuddled closer to him, finally able to relax. Until I thought that I'd be leaving Nolan alone for a month and I knew all too well how women looked at him. "In two weeks." I answered quietly and closed my eyes myself, thinking that if he hadn't slept with anyone else in all these months without even being my boyfriend? He wouldn't now. I trusted him, and the thought was enough to make me feel good.
"Why are you smiling? Are you impatient?" He asked.
I peeked one eye open, finding him looking at me. "Yes and I'm also thinking that while I'm away we should skype." I said as I grinned at him.
He grinned back at me, a naughty glint into his eyes. "You need to consider the time difference..."
I lifted myself up a little, just enough to look at him better. "When I'll wake up will be when you'll go to bed. It sounds like a perfect time to be naked together."
"Speaking of which." He said as he unhooked my bra. With one hand only. I was kind of impressed, then again he had taken my bra off so many times.
I slid the straps down my arms before discarding the piece of lace on the floor, then I glued myself against him because I didn't want this night to end with sex. Not yet, not when we were talking. "Should I still talk to my parents?" I asked him, changing the subject before we could get carried away.
Nolan pursed his lips together and breathed through them, realizing what I was talking about, "About us you mean?"
"Yes..." I trailed off and had a serious look on my face.
"Yes," He answered me and pressed a quick kiss on my lips, it feeling like an encouragement. "They're going to know that we're not engaged when we never get around to planning a wedding."
"Meh," I nuzzled his neck and breathed against his skin.
"Tell them that we're taking things slow," He suggested. "Tell them that you need to focus on your new career and we're going to be together still, but we have no plans for a wedding anytime soon. You're already going to shock the hell out of them with your career change. You don't need to give them heart attacks by telling them we lied too."
"But I'm going to lie to them anyway." I said quietly keeping my cheek on his chest and my eyes on nothing, not able to bring myself to look up at me because I was afraid it'd show how scared I was by all these big changes. I didn't want him to see this side of me that clashed with my usual image, I was too proud for that.
"Are you trying to say you like being my fake fiancé too much to let it go?" He said back and even thought I wasn't looking at him I knew he was smirking.
His words and the silly tone made me smile a little as I tilted my head up. "You caught me." I replied, finding him grinning just like I knew he would be. "I'll talk to them, if you're lucky enough they'll still invite you over for dinner while I'll be away." I added, adjusting my head again so that my nose brushed against his neck and I could inhale his delicious male scent while I put aside the thought of the speech I was going to give to my parents and focused on how nice it felt to be in Nolan's arms like this.
Nolan laughed at my words and shook his head, "Because that wouldn't be weird or anything."
I grinned at him, "Hasn't anyone ever told you that you're weird?"
He tightened his arms around my waist and squeezed me until I was trying to break free from his arms. He kissed the top of my head and then loosened his grip, "I'll give them a break and spend time with my family instead."
I lifted a brow in response, "You don't talk about your family often."
"You never ask about them," He said seriously and shrugged it off. "I invited you to my sisters birthday party once and you shot that offer down."
I looked up at him, parting my lips then closing them again as I thought about that circumstance. "It happened once only and back then we just f.ucked." I protested, even if I hated how it sounded. We had never been dating, that was true, but there had always been a little more between us. I cared about him and we respected each other, it had always been that way.
"You didn't seem interested anyway." He shrugged again, moving his hand up and down my back mindlessly, the gentle strokes having a soothing effect on me.
Letting out a sigh, I adjusted my cheek against his hard chest once again since eye contact wasn't needed anymore. "I am now. I want to know more about you."
"Don't you think you know me already?" He asked back.
"I do, but there are some parts of you that are unknown to me. Your family for starter." I answered quietly, trying to imagine how his parents and his sister were, them only being faces I had seen in the few photos he had around his apartment.
Nolan chuckled and my body shook a little with his, "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," I replied quietly and he grinned to himself.
"That might take all night. How about I start with the basics?"
I nodded against his body, finding myself beyond curious, "Sounds good to me."
"Well my mom had me when she was really young, so my dad has never been in the picture," He told me, while I listened carefully, trying to picture him like a little boy, one growing up without his dad.
"How's your step dad?" I asked and glanced at him before adjusting my head once more on his stomach.
"He's okay. He makes my mom happy and that's all that matters to me," He shrugged. "He's there for Ella, seems like a good dad."
I took his words in once again, valuing them a lot even though he wasn't really telling me much, but it was a lot more than the nothing we were used to. "Such a wise man you are." I said quietly, making the moment lighter, but I wasn't done talking about serious stuff. "How is it to have a sister?" I asked as an afterthought.
"I have no idea, she could be my daughter more than my sister." He said in a playful tone even though he have a point, his fingers playing with my hair as his chest heaved up and down as he breathed. It was really, really relaxing.
I turned my head just so slightly to nip at his hard stomach before placing a kiss on that same spot. "But still...she's your sister."
He let out a quiet groan, his hand still stroking my hair gently, "I guess I'll let you know when she'll be old enough to walk and say things that make sense."
I rolled my eyes to myself, "I give up." I sighed, then added, "I wish I had a sister or a brother."
His hand moved from my hair to my face, his fingertips brushing against my cheek gently, "Why?"
I shrugged, thinking about how my childhood had shaped me into the person I was now. It had been lonely, with my parents working a lot and without a city I could call home, since we had moved more than anyone would like to. "It would've been nice to have someone to play with, to grow up with...some company, you know." I shrugged, since despite everything? I couldn't complain.
"I know," Nolan replied, probably understanding my point of view since his sister had come when he was already a man. "I always wanted a brother."
"Are you getting greedy now?" I grinned at him and he laughed, shaking his head and letting my arm wrap tight around my waist while he set his other hand behind his head.
"I'll only be greedy when it comes to you," He replied after a moment.
I matched his laugh and kept my head rested against him, "I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean, but okay."
"We're just back to my high expectations again," He joked with a sigh.
I shook my head and I rolled my eyes, "You wish."
He grinned to himself as he closed his eyes, "No, I'm fine with this."