Page 81 of Tito

“What do you mean?”

At the moment in time that we met, the last thing I needed—or wanted—was a relationship. Nevertheless, Tito appeared. Over time, he proved to be the perfect man.

Perfect for me, anyway.

“You just appeared one day,” I said. “It’s, I don’t know, crazy to think about.”

He smiled. “All I wanted was a hat.”

I couldn’t help but to smile in return. “I wanted a year or two of being single.”

He swept the hair away from my face with the tip of his finger. “Now look at us.”

“I like looking at us,” I admitted. “From any angle.”

“There’s nothing about me that bothers you?” he asked.

He was the opposite of what I thought I desired. Yet. I wouldn’t change one thing about him if I was given the chance.

“No,” I responded. “I like you just the way you are.”

“I think I fell in love with you,” he said.

I should have felt nervous.

Resistant.

Apprehensive.

Instead, his admission put me at ease. “I think I fell in love with you, too.”

“When?” he asked.

“A little bit each day,” I responded, glancing at the star-filled globe that leaned against the loveseat. “That thing bowled me over, though.” I looked at him. “What about you? When did it happen?”

“I’m not sure,” he responded. “But I realized it the other night, when Mel came over. I asked myself if I loved you before I offered my assistance regarding her concern.”

“Oh,” I said, surprised by his response. “It sure seemed like you offered yourself up without much thought.”

“Maybe I already knew the answer.”

“What do we do now?” I asked.

He leaned forward and gave me a kiss. “Love one another.”

As eagerly as my heart accepted him, I felt that there was nothing that would—or could—tear us apart. Prepared to continue with Our Adventure, I smiled. “I like that plan.”