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In moments like these, Raketa pushed every lingering doubt out of her head and trusted him.
The realization hit her like a lightning bolt. She trusted him. Not just when they were intimate, but always.
“Gunner?” she asked, as he separated his body from hers after they’d both reached the pinnacle of pleasure.
“Mmm hmm,” he hummed between the kisses he continued to rain on her.
“I need you to look at me.”
His eyes opened wide and stared into hers.
“I trust you.”
He covered her mouth with his and kissed her with a passion closer to that of earlier, under the waterfall, than of their last lovemaking.
He stopped suddenly, his gaze so intense that she almost closed her eyes. She held her breath, waiting, wondering what he was struggling to say.
“Gunner?” she said again.
He brought both hands to the side of her face. “I love you, Zaryana. I know you don’t like me to call you that, but I can’t help myself. With me, that’s who you are. You aren’t the Rocket. You’re the woman I love.”
“My mother used to call me Zary,” she whispered.
“Can I call you Zary?”
She nodded.
“I love you, Zary.”
“I love you, Gunner.”
—:—
She was quiet the next morning as she watched him make breakfast. Every so often he’d walk over and kiss her. Each time she’d smile, but soon she’d be lost in thought over something that made her frown. He wondered if it was Razor’s request for her to meet Ava. He wished he could reassure her again that whether she did or not was entirely up to her. If that wasn’t what was on her mind though, he didn’t want to pile another worry on.
He set a plate in front of her that he’d heaped with a vegetable omelet, roasted potatoes, and toast.
“I can’t eat all of this,” she told him, looking apologetic.
He leaned down, kissed her, and smiled. “Whatever yo
u don’t finish, I will.”
After breakfast he’d planned a vigorous workout—one they both needed not just for their bodies, but for their state of mind too.
“Who taught you to cook?” she asked between mouthfuls.
“My mother. She gave up on Odette, so I was her only hope.”
“Your sister doesn’t like to cook?”
“Remind you of anyone?” He winked.
When she stuck her tongue out at him, Gunner laughed out loud.
“I like your laugh,” she murmured.
“I like yours too.”
