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Hunter erases the space between us and stands directly in front of me. “It’ll work.”
“But if it doesn’t? What if we outgrow this arrangement before I find my own place?”
“We won’t.”
“It could happen,” I stress.
“Then I’ll move out until you find a place.”
“This is your home. I would never let you do that.”
“There’s no way in hell I’d ever put you and our babies out.”
Record scratch. “Babies?”
“What?” He furrows his brow.
“You said babies.”
“Did I?”
“You did. You said there’s no way in hell that you’d ever put me and our babies out.”
“I meant baby. I don’t want more children with anyone else.” I can’t say I hate the idea of Hunter not having a baby with another woman, as childish and unfair of a feeling as it may be. “I would have more children with you though.”
“I … didn’t know you felt that way.”
“I didn’t know it either until now.” He winces a little and ruffles his hair like he’s embarrassed. It’s a look I’ve never seen on him. “Forget I mentioned it.”
Doubtful.
I nod, trying to wrap my head around everything he just confessed. I don’t know what to say, let alone what to think. Working my lower lip between my teeth, I survey the room again. Visions of Hunter and Liam become visions of the three of us. I’m in the rocking chair breastfeeding Liam, and Hunter is crouched beside me, brushing his finger along Liam’s cheek. I want that, and I’m willing to do anything to get it. Even being roomies with my sex-on-a-stick baby daddy who gives me continuous butterflies. This is a big step, even for two people who get along as we do.
“I’ll move in with you.”
“You will?” Hunter slides his hands around the sides of my neck.
I put my hands on his biceps. I’m getting lost in this moment, lost in his eyes. I need to back up, push him away, break this spell. But I feel myself leaning into him, lifting my head as he lowers his. One of his hands moves to cup the back of my neck. His lips brush over mine as if seeking permission.
This is really about to happen.
His soft lips are hesitant, maybe because I haven’t moved an inch to close the space between us, but I haven’t pushed him away either. My reluctance doesn’t stop him from tracing the seam of my lips with his tongue before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. Holy shit, that’s hot. Why am I so weak when it comes to him?
Our kiss starts timidly, with closed mouths and quiet breaths. When I part my lips, Hunter takes it as a sign to dominate, taking my mouth with a hunger and a passion that startles me.
He backs me up against the wall. His kisses are reckless, his tongue wicked. And I like reckless. I love wicked. Maybe a little too much.
I break our kiss, turning my head to avoid his mouth. Breathing hard, I fist his shirt and start to speak, to apologize for my part in this.
“This is my fault,” he says, dragging his lips across my forehead.
I look up into conflicted blue eyes staring back at me. “I kissed you back,” I say.
“I kissed you first.”
“I wanted you to … But—”
“It won’t happen again. I’m sorry, Yasmine.”
