“You know that’s true, right?” Kaden says, looking me straight in the eyes.
“What?”
“Everything he said.”
“You think I’m perfect?” I joke, but Kaden just smiles.
“Yeah, I do,” he says, plowing his way even deeper into my heart, setting my fucking soul on fire.
I drop my gaze, shaking my head and remove my fingers from his hair. “Don’t say that.”
“Why?”
“Just don’t.”
He tilts his head, making me look up at him. “I stick my dick in you on a regular, but I can’t tell you I appreciate you?”
“Yeah, but that’s not what you said.” I shrug, clearing my throat. “Just… Don’t go all gooey on me.”
He snickers. “Wow, you really hate me.”
No, I fucking love you.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, pinching my right pec lightly.
“Yeah, well, you know,” I say. “It’s my apartment, so.”
He clicks his tongue. “I mean here, with me. In my life. I’m happy you’re in my life.”
Don’t you dare fucking cry.
I bite my cheek. “Me too.”
70
Kaden
Look,Iknowthatsnow is cold. I know. But is it really necessary to be dressed likethis? I’ve got so many layers on, I feel claustrophobic.
There’s some base layer to absorb sweat, another layer for warmth, and a third for keeping the snow and wind away—according to Seth. I’ve got goggles, gloves, and a beanie. I draw the line when he starts talking about mid-calf socks.
“Get the fuck outta here,” I say, shaking my head.
“It’s for your own good,” he nods. “It’s cold out there and you don’t know how to ski. What if you end up in the woods, and can’t find your way back?”
“And mid-calf socks will save my ass?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You can’t make me,” I say, crossing my arms. Or trying to. I’ve got on too many fucking layers to do it comfortably.
Seth convinced me to go shopping with him. I never could have guessed what that meant. I’d never have agreed if I did. But here we fucking are.
“Oh, I think I can find a way to convince you,” he says with a grin as he wiggles his brows.
I chew on my bottom lip, and then shake my head. “Give me the fucking socks!”
I don’t want to think about how much I paid for the ski clothes—which I’ll use exactly one time, so that’s just awesome. But Seth offered to pay for it, andthat’swhere the line was really drawn. It’s enough that his parents are paying for the trip—and I’m not a charity case or a kid, I’ll pay for my own damn clothes. And Seth says they have good resale value, so, there’s that.
