"Nope. And then," he shrugged. "We see where it goes from there."
"What if it goes well?" I asked him. I couldn't help myself.
He smiled. "Then we see if you want to move to LA or I want to move to…where did you say you were from again?"
I laughed. "Oklahoma."
He grimaced. "Okay. Or we see if I can move to Oklahoma. Either way, I want to be with you." He leaned in toward me again, his mouth hovering over mine, almost kissing. "If you want to be with me."
"Always," I told him softly, and then pulled back. "But I have two conditions."
His pierced eyebrow rose. "Oh?"
"One - no pretzels."
Liam laughed. "I think I can manage that."
"And two, you're in charge of directions." I grinned.
"I don't foresee that being a problem," he told me, and his hands squeezed my ass. I heard the girls nearby titter, no doubt catching every moment on their smartphones. I didn't care. "So you want to be with me even though I'm not going to be a big shot rock star anymore and just a songwriter?"
"I want to be with you always," I told him, sliding my arms up and around his neck to pull him down to me in another kiss. "I think this partnership has real, long-term potential."
"I agree," he told me, and kissed me again. "Best partner in the race."
"Best," I breathed against his lips.
And then we kissed all over again.
The End