This man.
This good, gentle man.
He finishes, stands, and carries the washcloth back to the bathroom, leaving me to ogle his perfect ass as he does.
When he comes back, he reaches down, draws the covers from beneath me, slow-motion magician style, and climbs in next to me.
I can only manage to watch him, a little stunned.
How?
How did I earn this?
Is this… is this normal?
I have to know.
“H-have you… done that before?”
Beck is still settling in, drawing the covers over us before pulling me into his arms. We lie on our sides, tucked together.
“Done what?”
I blink at him. “That… the… the thing with the washcloth.”
“Oh.” Beck’s mouth twitches. And then a blush blooms. “Um… No… I’ve never done that before.”
My brows shoot up. “You haven’t? So—then… wh-what made you…”
One of his arms is draped over me. His fingertips glide up and down my spine. I suppress a shiver.
“I…I wanted to take care of you. Make sure you were… okay.” He shrugs.
“Oh.” My voice comes out soft. Because he’s pretty sweet. I smile. “I liked it.”
His lips quirk. “Then I’ll do it every time.”
And, right now, I’m not teetering. I stand squarely in happy delirium. And with him right here, holding me tight against him, gazing down at me like I’m something precious and sexy and his, sheer dread is nowhere in sight.
Because he must feel it too. Right?
Neither one of us has said a word, but we must be in this together.
Right?
Chapter Twenty-One
BECK
When I wake up, sunlight streams into the cabin. Hattie’s asleep on her side facing me, and the light pours over her face and bare shoulders like honey.
I want to lap up every inch. But I’ll save that for when she’s awake.
She’s told me how much she likes to sleep in. When I look down at the little frown creasing her brow, I smile. Such fierce, determined sleep.
I’m in no hurry today. Griffin and Kennedy came in for the weekend when I told them about the wedding. Pop and the farm are covered.
So I want Hattie to sleep as late as she can.
