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I start to move my hips, but Scarlett shakes her head and stills me with a hand to my chest. “It’s my turn. Let me make you feel good.”
I lean back against the couch. “You always make me feel good,” I say, my hands roaming every inch of her delicious, naked body.
My beautiful girl moves on top of me, rotating her hips, lifting herself up and then dropping back down. Her hands are everywhere. I feel her start to tighten around me. She’s close and, fuck, so am I.
There’s nothing I want more than for us to fall over the edge together.
“Look at me,” I command gently.
Scarlett blinks her eyes open. They bob heavily, but she manages to keep her eyes on mine.
“I love you.” I push my hands into her hair, pull her down for an achingly sweet kiss, and breathe her in. “I love you so much.”
Tears build in her soulful brown eyes. “I love you, too.”
Four words are all it takes, and I’m spiraling out of control. My body stiffens beneath hers, and a zap of electricity works its way up my spine before scattering down my arms and legs. My balls tighten, and when I feel a moan working its way up my throat, I seal my lips to hers in an attempt to keep us both quiet.
Scarlett falls with me. Our bodies spasm and jerk against each other as we float down from our high. There aren’t words for what just happened. It was love at its finest; two bodies coming together in the purest form. And when Scarlett tilts her head to the side and smiles at me, I know without a doubt that she’s it.
This girl is my forever.
16
~Scarlett~
“I’m so impressed with your progress,” Gretchen says to Dad just a few days later after a particularly grueling physical therapy session. “In my professional opinion, my work here is done.”
“Really?” I ask, my voice full of hope and excitement.
“Really.” Gretchen smiles at Dad and then gives him a big hug. “You’ve done a great job with your exercises, and frankly, you’ve recovered incredibly well. Keep up the good work. And if you ever have questions or concerns, I’m only a phone call away. As soon as I get back to the office, I’ll let your doctor know that I’m releasing you.”
“Thank you,” Dad says, patting Gretchen’s back. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Oh, I know,” Gretchen says with a sassy wink. “I’d better get going. Be sure to follow up with your doctor, and let me know if you need anything.”
She waves before walking out of the house, and I wrap my arms around Dad’s middle, holding on tightly, so relieved that he’s going to be okay.
“I’m so proud of you,” I say against his chest. He smells the same as he has since I was a little girl, of Old Spice. “You knocked it out of the park.”
“Being an overachiever runs in the family,” he says with a laugh. “It feels good to be pretty much back to normal. I’ll keep a cane nearby for when I’m tired, but I’m feeling fantastic. In fact, you don’t need to babysit me all the time anymore. I got rid of those damn rugs in the kitchen, and you heard Gretchen. I’m fine.”
I frown and follow him into the kitchen where we each grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and then walk outside. Summer is quickly approaching, along with long, hot days. But today is pleasant with a cool breeze.
“You know I worry about you.”
“And I appreciate it, honey. But maybe it’s time for you to start thinking about going back to your normal routine.”
I take a sip of water, thinking it over. I miss the music and my friends in Nashville. My routine.
But if I go back to what I know in Tennessee, I won’t have Tucker.
And that just seems out of the question.
“You went and fell in love with him, didn’t you?” Dad asks with a satisfied smile on his lips.
“I did,” I admit softly, looking across the yards to Tucker’s house. He should be getting home from work anytime. Chloe went to Jenny’s house again. It seems the two girls have become inseparable. “And I’m stupid.”
“I didn’t raise a stupid girl.”
I sigh and shift my gaze to my father. Lexi looks just like him, with her brown hair and blue eyes. I get my darker features from our mother. I wonder if looking at me for all these years has been bittersweet for my dad.
“A relationship with Tucker seems impossible,” I say. “He’s here, and my career takes me everywhere.”
“You’ll work it out,” Dad says with confidence, and before I can ask him how he thinks that’s possible, Tucker pulls up to his house. “Go see him.”
“But you’re—”
“Cleared to go back to normal activity,” he reminds me with a proud grin. “Go see your guy. I’ll get dinner started. We’re having pork chops. Tell Tucker to join us.”
