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Nodding as I rolled my eyes at him, I asked, “Did you forget the dream I told you about?”
The tension eased in his frame, and his lips twitched. “Not a single word of it.” When I made no response to that while shooting him an expectant look, he added, “I’d like to amend something I said a few minutes ago.”
“Which is?”
“I said that today was the very best of all that we had together, but I misspoke. Today was a very close second to the conversation we had over breakfast when you told me about that dream. There’s not a single thing about that which would have me wanting to do anything but stay right where I am. So, you can rest assured, there will be no running from me, either.”
If only that would have been the case beyond the days we had planned at the ski resort. Maybe we weren’t intentionally running away from one another or doing anything to avoid each other while we were here, but the reality was that this was going to come to an end, and we’d have no choice but to go our separate ways.
Since I didn’t want to kill the mood by pointing that out, I smiled at him. “I’m grateful the feeling is mutual.”
No sooner had I gotten that out, our server returned with our entrees. Forrest and I had no choice but to separate our hands from one another, and I hated everything about it.
The more time I spent with Forrest, the more I found I liked having his hands on me. Every time he touched me, I always felt like he was trying to communicate something to me—comfort, reassurance, protection, or attraction. It had me struggling not to wonder if there were more things he could communicate with simple touches.
After our server had walked off, Forrest and I exchanged excited looks about the food in front of us. And once we’d both gotten a couple of bites in, he asked, “How is it?”
“Delicious. And yours?”
“Really good. Would you like to try a bite?” he asked, lifting his fork up.
I licked my lips. Until he’d said something, the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Truthfully, I wasn’t necessarily interested in tasting the food Forrest had on his plate, but there was one thing I did want.
I wanted to experience having him feed me. I swallowed hard and rasped, “Sure.”
Forrest’s hand moved in my direction, the fork heading right for my mouth. I leaned forward, parted my lips, and allowed him to go the remaining distance. After I closed my mouth around the fork, I watched his eyes remain focused on my lips while he slowly pulled the fork back. He continued to watch my mouth as I chewed, only dropping his eyes away to my throat when I swallowed.
When Forrest brought his attention back to me and spoke, his voice was unmistakably husky. “It wasn’t too hot, was it?”
“I guess that depends on whether you’re talking about the temperature of the food or how it felt to have you feed me,” I replied before I had the chance to even think about what I was saying. My hand flew up to my mouth. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just said that.”
Forrest threw his head back, laughing. My face burned with humiliation, even if I was in awe of how amazing it was to see him laughing like that.
Just as I dropped my head down to my lap, I felt Forrest’s hand on my arm. “Sunshine, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I love that you just put it out there like that, and I’m wildly attracted to that about you.”
I stared at him, wondering if this was all a dream. Had I made this guy up in my head?
He was constantly reassuring me, making me feel better about everything. And the way he started calling me sunshine had done things to me I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Forrest had only said it a couple of times so far, but every time he did, I felt like I was being handed this precious gift, getting something I’d never gotten before in my whole life.
“Do you really mean that?” I asked him.
“Absolutely.”
Relief swept through me. I had no reason not to trust what he was telling me, and until he gave me a reason not to, I was going to believe him.
So, I offered a slight nod of my head, lifted a fry from my plate, and held it up between us. “Care to try one?”
Forrest didn’t hesitate. He leaned toward my hand, opened his mouth, and took the fry from my fingers. And that was the point at which I understood the appeal to feeding another person food.
Best of all, it was just what we needed to get us back on track and me no longer feeling like a fool.
“So, what about you? Is it going to be a struggle for you, too?”
My brows pulled together as I attempted to discern what Forrest was referring to. When I came up with no answers on my own, I asked, “Is what going to be a struggle for me?”
“To go back to work,” he clarified.
And there it was—the million-dollar question.
