"Well than I should be able to make it work. I love getting to watch you perform. Almost as much as I love keeping you locked up and all to myself." He smirked. His fingers rubbing circles on her hips. "I know baby. I'm itching to get back on a stage. Maybe during the next hiatus I'll see if I can't get a few weeks booked on Broadway. I didn't expect to miss it this much." He wouldn't be able to do a full run and it'd depend on what her tour schedule ended up being but it was something he was thinking about. "My parents will be happy about the one in Chicago being streamed. They love getting to watch you to. But setting my Italian dad lose in Chicago sounds like the start of some bad gangster movie." He laughed. He moved one hand from her hips to lift her face up to him, "Hey. I'm not them. I'm not him. I love you and I am never going to do anything that would intentionally hurt you. I'm not gonna pretend to be perfect. I'm probably gonna fuck things up occassionally but as far as I'm concerned you're it for me baby. LEtting you go just isn't an option."
"I will never complain about being locked you with you whether it's in the house or cuffed to the bed.? She said followed by a small wink as a light moan slipped from her lips as she felt him fingers dancing along her hips. His words brought her back from the sexy thoughts that had started to run through her mind. "I would love to go see you on Broadway. The thought of acting makes me nervous and yet you make it look flawless." There had been whispers of producers in Hollywood wanting to her to play Britney Spears in a movie of her life. Tate had quickly told them that she didn't act, she was a singer and a dancer and tossed Sabrina's name at them. She could do all three, so Tate felt she would make a perfect Britney. "I love your dad and think you should invite them. We could go for deep dish after the show? Her eyes stared into his as he brought her face up to look at him. "I know you not and I'm not trying to compare you. You have been better then him in ever way." She pressed a kiss to his lips and slid her fingers up into his hair. "I'm not perfect either and haven't ever met anyone that was perfect. As long as you don't cheat on me, you're perfect in my eyes." That was the issue with her last boyfriend and something she couldn't forgive. Tate was an emotional girl and things like that fucked with her head. "You're it for me too, baby."













