25. Katrinia
25
Katrinia
I can’t stop smiling as I text Willow.
Cooper and I are heading home from our weekend away in the city and my face is seriously starting to hurt. It’s ridiculous and cheesy but I don’t care. I feel good. The happiest I’ve been in a very long time.
We spent the entire weekend naked and in each other’s arms. He had booked a reservation at a gorgeous restaurant a few blocks away from the hotel but we missed it and ended up ordering chicken tenders and fries from room service instead.
The most time we spent not touching each other was when the spa staff came up for our couples massage. Even then the staff was barely out of the room before our oiled bodies came back together again.
Setting my phone down in my lap after getting the go ahead from my best friend I reach over and take Cooper’s hand.
“So what do you want to do when we get home ?” I ask putting a little more emphasis on the last word.
“Mhmm don’t tease me baby. You know I like it when you talk dirty to me.” He winks as he gently squeezes my hand.
“I was thinking we should maybe reorganize our closet. I mean how is it going to fit all my shoes the way it is now?” I nonchalantly look out the window, trying to keep my composure.
“And your insanely large collection of band tees?” He glances over for a second as he raises a brow.
“Of course.” I place a hand over my heart feigning shock. “It just wouldn’t be home without them.” I finally lose the hold on my composure and nod as I smile at him.
“You’re moving in?” His hand leaves mine as we come to a stop light and he grabs the back of my neck.
I whisper “yes” as he brings my lips to his. His tongue clashes with mine before he pulls back, smiling against my lips.
“I’ll call movers tomorrow. I can’t wait.” He’s beaming even as the light turns green.
“I don’t know if I really need movers. I’ve barely even unpacked. The moving boxes are still stuffed in the entry closet. I’ll just pack up myself. Plus your place is completely decorated. All I need are my clothes really. Most of my other stuff was thrifted anyway.” I reason away the unnecessary expense.
“First, it’s our place now so feel free to change and bring whatever you like and two, I don’t want you walking down load after load. I want you in before you change your mind.” His joke is littered with honesty as he runs his hand up and down my thigh.
“Cooper, I’m not changing my mind, but I do have one request. If that’s OK?” I hesitate a bit as I’ve never done anything like this before.
“Of course, dorogoy, anything.” The look in his eye makes me know that he means it.
“I was thinking maybe we could book a session with your therapist and go together.”
He goes quiet as he considers my request. “You think we need therapy already?”
His comment catches me off guard.
“No. We are great, but our situation is a pretty unique one and well you don’t wait for the car to break down before you change the oil, right?” I explain my logic and he shrugs.
His way of telling me I’m right but he doesn’t want to admit it.
“If it’s too personal, or a conflict of interest to see your guy, maybe we could find someone new. I just figured…”
He cuts me off, “No, I think it would only make sense for us to go to Dr. Bennett, that’s not it.” He sighs before continuing, “When Theo started fucking around and getting deeper into his shit I fell into a pretty dark place and when he went to jail the first time I felt like a failure. I was just discharged from the Army, Theo was blowing up his life, and you were gone.”He looks up at the traffic light and I can see the light glistening off of his glossy eyes. “I was in a dark place until I found Dr. Bennett. I just don’t want you to be surprised when we go together with some of the things that may be brought up from the past.”
I reach over and run my fingers through his curls and he leans into my touch. “I’m so sorry Cooper.”
“Don’t be sorry, Trin.”
“But I am, and these are the things I want to work through and I want to make sure we are really doing it right this time. I want us to be in a healthy place if we ever get married and have kids.” My thoughts become words before I even comprehend what is coming out of my mouth until his head snaps to the side and his eyes look me up and down.
“Are you?”
“No!” I smack his shoulder playfully, rolling my eyes. “But with you always begging me to marry your ass, I can’t help but think about it from time to time. I told you I’m not going anywhere. Maybe one of these days you’ll believe it.”
“Maybe one of these days I will.” He smiles and I scrunch my nose at him before laying my head against him.