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“Precisely.” I replied. “And the fact he’s younger than me—I find myself thinking of when he’s going to find someone younger—”
“Stop it.” Zoom growled. “You stop that right now. If Storm wanted a younger woman, he would have gotten a younger woman. He wants you.”
“I have a question.”
I glanced over my shoulders then leaned forward.
“Does it feel different being loved by Kaos?” I wanted to know.
“Different?”
Clearing my throat, I set my glass by my feet and inched closer.
“Yeah—like, other men has said they loved you before and it’s only now when you’re with Kaos you realize it feels different.”
Zoom nodded. “Yeah—now that I think about it. It does. When another boyfriend told me those words, it was like—this is what it’s supposed to be. We’ve been together for such and such time, he is supposed to give me these words. But when Kaos says them, it feels—it feels—”
“Right.” I completed her sentence. “Like meant to be.”
Zoom pointed at me. “That’s it! I haven’t been able to put it in words, but that’s totally it. Is that how you feel when Storm says those words?”
I nodded.
“With him, Iknowhe loves me.” I laughed, as tears burned my eyes. “How did I come to deserve that?”
Zoom hugged me tightly and the tears toppled down my cheeks. There was no way I could have controlled it.
Never did I thought I’d have this kind of friendship with anyone, much less a woman. And it was so strange how our worlds collided to begin with.
Footsteps behind me caught my attention and I say up and quickly dried my eyes. We looked toward the glass doors to find Storm stepping out with a blanket in his hands.
“I’m going to check on the boyfriend and the little one.” Zoom winked at me.
As she stepped by Storm, she paused to kiss his cheek and pat his shoulder before leaving us alone.
Storm climbed in behind me in the cushioned chair and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. I shifted forward.
Comfortable, I rested backward against his chest and kissed his cheek by craning my neck back.
“Storm?”
“Mm?”
“I’m happy.” I told him.
“You are?” He asked close to my ear. “Good—my work here is done.”
Storm nibbled against my earlobe and my body instantly perked up.
“Storm?”
“Mm?”
“Do you want kids?”
He lifted his head and paused for a moment. Finally, he had me stand, turned and sat on his lap, facing him. Once we had the blanket wrapped around me again, he drew me even closer into his chest and framed my cheeks with his warm palms.
“I thought we had this talk.” Storm spoke.