66. Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Blake
I double-checked my alarm when we finally crawled into bed. I’d be returning to classes in the morning and didn’t want to be late.
I’d made good progress on my midterm make-up assignments and would turn one in early.
It’d be nice to get back to my normal routine.
I laughed. My normal looked nothing like it had fourteen days ago. I had a boyfriend. My father was in jail. I no longer lived on campus, much to Paige’s disappointment, or even in Dallas.
The commute was long, but I only had to do it for a few more weeks.
It was a mutual decision for me to stay with AJ and drive back and forth to campus. AJ wanted me here with him. And after spending a few nights curled up next to him, I never wanted to sleep without him again.
He’d laughed when I’d told him. “You’ll have to suffer without me when I have overnight assignments.”
“But not tonight.” I'd straddled his hips and planted my hands on his chest. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”
My next week back flew by as I adjusted to my new routine.
Paige and I repaired our friendship. I even invited her to the SSI self-defense class. I wasn't sure about going when Meg first mentioned it, but now I was looking forward to it.
I never want to feel helpless again .
I still wasn’t ready to accept her invitation to go shooting. Luckily, AJ didn’t push the subject, saying, “I’m just glad you're taking the self-defense class.”
He offered to take me, or find someone to teach me, but I wasn’t sure I'd ever want to.
I’d gotten used to living with a man who had a gun on or near him at all times, but I still didn’t like them.
Friday after dinner, I grabbed my case files off the table and curled up on the couch to read. In a few weeks, I’d graduate and instead of studying case files, I’d be studying for the bar exam.
And house hunting; we definitely needed a bigger place. With any luck, we’d move before I started my internship in August.
Life was good. The only blemish was the gloom of my father’s eventual trial.
And even that would be manageable, because AJ would be there to help me get through it.
I looked over at him. He looked so cute, concentrating as he worked on a case.
“What?” he asked without looking up.
“Have I told you yet today that I love you?”
He looked up and smiled. “Maybe, but you should probably say it again, just in case.” His dimples made me contemplate skipping the case file I was reading.
“I love you, Andrew.”