I nod back, a conversation without words, and snuggle into the side of the person who changed my worldview. Boston instantly tugs me closer, his grip tightening, and Carter smiles at the mindless gesture. Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Arden’s hair.
When the house quiets and the guests leave, everyone who is visiting from out of town heading to bed, Boston and I shut the door to his bedroom, exhausted and fulfilled. Three little gremlins and one grumpy brother are a lot to endure for a whole week straight, and we still have another week left.
I follow him into the bathroom, running a hand through my hair.
He glances at me as he tugs his shirt over his head. “Tired?”
“Exhausted.” I hop up on the counter. He pulls his pants off and tosses them in the laundry hamper, leaving him in a pair of black briefs that make his thick thighs and ass look remarkable.
Well, I’m a bit more awake now.
He slowly makes his way toward me, bracketing his hands on either side of my hips. “They love you.”
I smile through my exhaustion, angling my head. “They loveyou.”
And they do. The way they look at him warms my heart. Even Kane. They see him the way I do. All of his remarkable parts. They adore him.
His eyes shudder. Still getting used to that, I think. Realizing he has a family who loves him as much as he loves them. That he’salwayshad them, he only had to reach out his hand. Realizing if you fight for something, sometimes it just might pay off. It might fight for you just as hard. Look at who joined us this time. The brother who never answers their calls. The brother they thought was a lost cause.
Sometimes, people just need to know that you’ll never give up on them.
Boston smiles, leaning forward to gently press his mouth to mine.
“Ilove you,” he says against my lips.
“I love you more,” I respond the way I always do, because I don’t think it’s possible for another person to love someone as much as I love him. Scientifically, I believe I am the one person in this world who has ever loved someone as deeply as I love this man. It consumes me.
“Wrong,” he mutters, kissing me a bit deeper now. His hands go to my waist, and he slides perfectly into the pocket between my legs. “Can you believe that it’s our first birthday tomorrow?”
I pull back, breaking into laughter, sliding my arms around his neck. I fall against him, thriving off the way he chuckles in that deep, hearty way I adore. I referred to our anniversary as our first birthdayonetime last month, and Boston thought it was the funniest thing on planet earth. He laughed so hard that there were tears in his eyes, and it’s since become his favourite thing to say.
“You getting me something pretty?” I ask, interlocking my fingers behind his head and leaning back.
“Mmm, maybe,” he says, “but I was thinking about getting myself something pretty, too.”
I raise my brows. “Oh?”
“Something pretty for the house,” he says, dragging his hands up and down my body. His eyes flicker downward, watching his own movements. “Brighten the place up.”
“Yeah?”
His gaze snaps back up to mine.
Be still my beating heart, Boston Black looks nervous.
“You?” he suggests softly, and when my brow furrows, he continues. “Move in here? With me?Livehere?”
Shut up.
My mouth pops open. He winces, like there is something written all over my face that is definitelynotwhat I’m feeling underneath my initial surprise.
Oh, helovesme.
“Boston Black, are you asking to make a dishonest woman out of me?” I gasp, placing a hand on my chest.
His brow furrows. “I’m asking you to move in with me. I think I made a dishonest woman out of you ages ago.”
“Really?” I ask softly.
