His lips lift into his signature sexy grin. “At least tell me I broke you in a good way.”
I run my hand over his shoulders and lean into him. “Oh, definitely in the best way.”
He rolls off of me and pulls me into his side so that my head rests on his chest. His heartbeat races, thrumming against his chest so hard, I can feel it, too.
His fingers trace lazy patterns on my shoulder. Neither of us speaks for a long moment.
I should say something. We should talk about what this means. Where we go from here. I should start planning and analyzing, figuring out the next move.
That's what I do. That's who I am.
But lying here in the dark, with his heart humming againstmy ear and his arm wrapped around me like he's afraid I'll disappear, I don't want to be that person. Not tonight.
Tonight, I just want to be the woman who let herself fall apart and didn't shatter.
“Stop,” he murmurs.
“Stop what?”
“Thinking. I can feel your brain churning through scenarios.”
I cough out a laugh. “How?”
“You get tense. Right here.” He runs his hand down my spine. “Your whole body goes rigid when your brain starts spinning. I’ve seen it. Now I feel it.”
He knows me. Somehow, in the space of a few weeks, this man has learned to read me better than people I've known for years.
That should scare me.
It does scare me.
But it also feels a little like relief.
“I don't know how to turn it off,” I admit, tracing the swirl of black ink over his perfect pec.
“You don't have to. Not forever.” He presses a kiss to my hair. “Just for tonight.”
I'm so tired. And he's so warm.
Somehow, for the first time in weeks, maybe months, my brain is finally and blissfully quiet.
“Sleep,” he says, like he can read my mind. “We'll figure out the rest tomorrow.”
I want to argue. I want to plan. There is so much to think about and consider.
But screw all of that. It’ll be there when I wake up. So I close my eyes.
And for the first time in as long as I can remember, I let someone else hold me together.
CHAPTER 19
LOCHLAN
I wakeup with her hair in my face and her leg thrown over mine. It feels… right.
Inevitable.
For a second, I don't move. I just lie still, a smile on my face, careful not to disturb her. I don’t want her to shift away from me. I’m not ready to let go of whatever brought us here, and a small part of me is afraid she might be okay with letting go once her eyes open.
