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I’m so boneless and sated that my knees give in, leaving Nate responsible for keeping me from falling to the floor. He sweepsmy feet off the ground and holds me up to his chest, cradling his head on my shoulder.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” he whispers, sounding pained.
I force my eyes open, facing such raw vulnerability on his face that my heart feels like it will never mend until his is fully restored.
“Nate?” I run my hand over his scruffy cheek.
“I’ll never be able to deny you anything. You have my whole heart, Lottie. My whole fucking heart. And I’m fucking terrified that one day you’ll wake up and realize I’m not worthy of you.”
“Shh, baby,” I coo, kissing his closed eyelids. “That will never happen.”
“How can you be so sure?” he asks after opening his eyes.
“Because,” I smile tenderly. “I’ve never loved like this before either. I wonder if I even knew what love truly was until I met you. You, Nate Wilder, have loved me more in the last couple of days than I’ve experienced in a lifetime.”
“And I promise, I’ll never stop,” he adds with utter resolve.
“I won’t either,” I vow and then lean in to kiss all his insecurities away, leaving nothing but my unconditional love for him.
“Hmm,” Nate hums when I start to deepen this kiss. “Enough of that, sweetheart. I still need to feed you, and now, bathe you.”
“If you say so.” I wink at him, resting my head on his chest as he walks us to the bathroom.
“Are you going to behave?”
“I’m making no such promise.”
Nate chuckles at my sass, but when we step into the shower, and I drop to my knees in front of him, he doesn’t put up a fight either.
After I’ve been bathed and fed a delicious chicken stir fry with broccoli, I walk around Nate’s living room with nothing but his bathrobe and a glass of red wine in my hand. Nate lounges on the sofa, arms spread wide as he drinks me in.
“See something you like?” I tease, running my hand over the mantle above his fireplace.
“Yes. My view is quite exquisite. What about yours?”
“I like what I see,” I tease. “Though I don’t see much of you in this room. Or any other for that matter. There’s nothing personal out in the open. No photographs or anything.”
“We can change that if you want. We can take millions of pictures of you and plaster them all over these walls.”
“Won’t you get tired of my face?”
“I could never tire of you, Lottie. Never.”
“Not even when I grow old, and my hair grays and my face wrinkles?”
“I’ll love your face even more then because it means I got to grow old with you,” he says with conviction.
“For a man who needed my help talking to women on dates, you sure know all the right words to say.”
“That’s because they are meant for you. No one else.”
My heart squeezes in my chest, feeling like I’m walking on air, living a dream.
Life can’t be this sweet, can it?
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he retorts.
