“Spence?” I whispered, making her turn her head slightly so that I could see her brilliant eyes. “Back in Napoli, when you said that you’d move in with me, did you mean it?” I watched as she searched her mind for what I was talking about and when it clicked her brow furrowed. I stared at her anxiously, watching the thoughts that played through her mind as they affected her features.

                “Yes,” She finally said after about a minute of thinking about it. A huge smile crossed my face, almost making my cheeks hurt with the effort. When she saw my reaction she echoed it with her own smile as she shifted up slightly so that she could kiss me again quickly. “But Ash?”

                “Yeah?” I asked, afraid of the tone in her voice.

                “I think that we should get our own place. I’ll always feel like that apartment is yours and Kyla’s and I want a place that I can think of as ours’”

                “Okay,” I agreed easily. She could’ve asked me to buy her castle and I would’ve agreed. She grinned up at me again, happy that I didn’t put up a fight; as if I ever could. “It’s not me you’ll have to fight though, it’s Kyla.” She giggled as I grinned down at her. “Do you want a house or an apartment? Or a mansion? Or a loft? Or a box? I’ll live anywhere as long as you’re there with me.”

                “We’ll look when we get home, okay?”

                “Yeah, that sounds good.”

                Spencer’s POV

                When we finally got back to LA we decided to go back to my apartment since Erica and Hugh were going to be in Italy for a few more days. We walked into my bedroom quietly and ended up making love for hours. There was no fucking; just love making. I knew it was one of her ways. With every thrust of her fingers she was saying ‘sorry’ and every time that I bucked my hips up I was forgiving her. Each moan was a declaration of how much we missed each other and every orgasm closed the chasm just an inch more. The times when she would stare into my eyes were the hardest. I could see every ounce of pain and the desperate need to be forgiven; but not by me; she needed to forgive herself.  Mostly though, I saw love. The kind that made my heart speed up and slow down at the same time, that sent waves of butterflies through my stomach, and just generally awed me even after years and years of knowing it was there.

                After two straight days of this we finally took time to talk. I feel like we talked for hours because the whole time we were both crying and rocking each other and just generally clearing the air. It was hard, even after the preparation of two days of sex. We had to face our problems; lay them out on the table and dissect each one until we worked through it. There was some yelling but when we realized that we were yelling we’d just start crying all over again. Finally though we had it worked out. I answered all of her questions and she vowed on everything in her life that she would do everything in her power to never hurt me again.

                When we were finished talking we made love again and again and again until we were both so worn out that we could barely keep our eyes open. Then we did once more for good measure before falling asleep in each other’s embrace.