[chapter eighteen]
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"C'mon, tough guy, we still have about four million boxes to unpack." Alexa called from the kitchen of the new house.
Robby lay sprawled in the center of the family room floor, his eyes closed as he lay on his back, willing his muscles to cooperate and get up to heave the next box upstairs into the bedroom.
"I can't." He moaned.
"Why not?" Alexa said, walking into the room, her hands on her hips as she stopped beside him. "Mister big strong racecar driver can't move a few boxes or hang up a few clothes?" She teased as he opened one eye and gazed at her.
"I'm not big!" He defended, shutting his eyes again. "But I'm tired. I think I've lost the will to live."
Alexa grinned to herself before gracefully stepping over Robby and, sinking to the floor, straddling his hips with hers.
He opened his eyes again as his hands grasped her thighs, a grin on his face in answer to her own.
"C'mon, old man. Help me finish unpacking the guest bedroom, and I'll do that thing you like." She said, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously, settling her weight onto his hips slightly.
"What?" Robby asked innocently. "Order me a pizza for dinner?"
Alexa groaned and moved to stand up when the pressure of Robby's hands tightened on her thighs. "You aren't going anywhere." He growled, his voice low.
"Really?"
"Yes." He said. "Really."
"Why not?"
"Because I will not let you." Robby answered. "In any sense. You aren't going anywhere."
Alexa leaned forward and pressed her lips to his right cheek tenderly. "You sexy beast." She whispered.
"You crazy kid." Robby whispered back. "And, much as I love pizza, I'm thinking of something else I like right now. Something you do so well."
Alexa smiled as his hands snaked under her shirt and peeled it over her head.
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"Are you sure about this?" Alexa asked as she curled further into the crook of Robby's arm, cradling her head on his chest.
"About what?" Robby questioned.
"About me being here."
"Yes. Now stop asking."
"Rob, I'm serious."
"So am I. Stop asking."
"Do you love me?" She whispered.
"More than you know."
Alexa smiled as she closed her
eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.