All the Way

“What is it?” I ask. He’s been in such an odd mood today.

“So, when do I get to put a ring on this finger?”

“I tried to get here last night, but that storm blew in and I couldn’t reach you. You’ll never know how hopeless and frustrating that felt.”

I’ll leave out the part where I almost decked a flight attendant because he wouldn’t let me get on the last plane that did land here last night.

But before I can say anything, she walks confidently to me, cups my face in her small hands, and rises up on her toes to kiss me squarely on the lips. Not a quick kiss, but one that sinks in and makes your toes curl.

The kind of kiss that says, Thank God you’re here.

As I walk to the front door, he’s standing in the living room, his hands still in his pockets, staring at me with a mixture of sadness and frustration.

But I walk out and don’t look back, tears already falling down my cheeks.

“I thought that you’d left me,” he admits finally. “I looked around the party for you and couldn’t find you. I thought you’d skipped out because you were so angry with me.”

I punch him in the nose, satisfied with the loud crunch of it breaking, and stick the scissors next to his neck. “Don’t fucking move. Finn! Call the cops!”

I can barely hear his voice from the floor. “Quinn did. On our way.”

But if you think you’re getting your hands on me before we resolve this, you’re very mistaken.”

“Now you’re withholding sex?”

“I’m going to punch you,” she mutters, and slams the closet door

“So now you’re saying that I’m not a good person.”

“I want to stab my own eyes out,” she mutters, and presses the heels of her hands against them, rubbing hard. “Just stab them. Maybe I’ll stab you first.”

“You’re not the only stabby one in the room.”

“I’m doing nothing but considering you. I’m looking at property in California for you.” Jesus, I can’t do anything right today.

“I didn’t ask you to!” Her voice is louder now, and her eyes are pissed, and I have the distinct feeling that I’ve done something wrong.

Jesus, she makes me crazy.

“Is it inappropriate to ask for a gift?”

She frowns and leans back. “Of course not. What do you need?”

“You.” I kiss her forehead. “You, in every sense of the word. I would love it if you’d move in with me here, London.”