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“I’m highly imperfect.”
“Perfect is overrated.”
“People will laugh at me, and they’ll laugh at you for being with me.”
“Let them laugh.” I grab Abigail’s wrist and tug her forward. She collapses against my body. She’s warm and soft and feels perfect in my arms.
I’m never letting her go again.
“I’m so sorry, Drake. I’m sorry I tried to leave without talking to you. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner that I’m head-over-heels in love with you, and I’m sorry for—”
“What did you just say?”
“I’m sorry for not talking to you?” she asks.
“No, after that.”
“Oh.” She nods dramatically and wraps her arms around my neck. Her sweet lips press against my jaw and slowly work their way up until they’re resting against my ear. My body shudders. “I’m head-over-heels in love with you,” she whispers.
She squeals when I scoop her into my arms. “I love you too, Abigail Darwin.”
“You do?”
I carry her over the threshold, kick the door shut, and sit down on the couch. I settle her on my lap.
“Very much so. I love how expressive your eyes are. I love your smile and your belly laugh. I love the way you chew on your lip when you’re concentrating. I love how honest and open you’ve been with me. And I really love your quirks.”
She blushes. “They’re silly.”
“I prefer endearing.”
“Endearing is good. I like that word.”
“But mostly, I just love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved another human being.”
“Be sure, Drake, because my quirks may be endearing right now, but I promise you they’re going to get irritating. I’ve grown to hate them, and I know you will too.”
“We’ll work through them together, but trust me, Abigail; there is absolutely nothing I could ever hate about you.”
Chapter 15
Abby
How did I get so lucky? Drake’s warm hands run the length of my back and settle on my hips. His grip tightens, and the urge to kiss him is strong. I lean in a few inches until our mouths meet. His lips are warm and sweet, and his familiar scent surrounds me. It’s the smell of stability and love… It’s the smell of home.
A rush of emotion clogs my throat. I push up onto my knees, hovering over him so I can deepen the kiss. My tongue traces the seam of his mouth, and he opens with a groan. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip and sucks gently, sending a shiver of need through my body. My nipples stiffen. I plunge my fingers into his hair, wanting and needing so much more.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against my shoulder. “I want you so bad,” he pants. “But don’t you think we should talk about what happened first?”
“I can barely think with your hands on me, let alone talk.”
“Okay.” He nods. “We’ll talk later.”
Next thing I know he’s switched our positions, and now he’s above me on the couch. His big body pushes me against the cushions. He trails kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and runs the length of my collarbone.
He slips a hand under my shirt, slowing dragging it up my body. I lift up enough for him to tug it off, and I don’t even care where it ends up because Drake’s warm breath against my breast is all I can concentrate on. My nipples are tight, straining against my bra, begging for his mouth. Drake puts a finger in the top of the cup and pulls it down. My breast falls into his waiting mouth. I jerk forward when he closes his lips over the tight bud. There’s a flood of moisture between my legs, and I grind my hips against his, needing the friction.
Damn, he’s so big.
