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She perched on my legs like she was seconds from springing up and making a run for it. I kept my arm around her middle, securing her in place. She was small, but solid, every bit of her full and convex, and I liked the feel of her weight on me.
“What is this?” she asked.
“I don’t like you sayin’ you don’t know me.”
She sighed and brought her fingers up to the scruff on my jaw. “I know parts of you, just like you know parts of me. But I was able to hide a lot, and I’m certain you were too.”
“I didn’t hide anything.”
Her eyes flared. “Well, I had no idea you were a voyeur.”
“If you’d asked, I would have told you. I’ll never lie to you.”
“Okay.”
I rubbed my face into her hand. Her short nails gently scratched my cheek, and it felt almost as good as holding her in my lap.
“What do you think of me?” I asked.
Leaning back, her brow pinched in confusion. “What do you mean?”
I waved my hand in front of my face and torso. “Do I live up to your expectations, or are you disappointed? Were you disappointed when you saw me backstage?”
Sometimes feelings eluded me. Expressions went right over my head. Subtle hints were lost on me. But Wren wore her feelings all over her face. Every thought and emotion was there, in the pinch of her brow, the parting of her lips, the flush of her skin. Right now, she looked confused and a little pissed off, with parted lips and cherry cheeks.
“I knew what you looked like, Callum. It wasn’t a secret.”
“But not up close. You’d never heard me speak or touched my skin. I want to know if I’m livin’ up to your expectations.”
“What if you’re not?” The question was a challenge, but her face was so sweet and earnest, it didn’t feel that way.
“Then I’ll fix whatever you don’t like.”
She let out a short giggle. “It’s that simple?”
“Why not?”
Her hand landed on my chest, barely skimming my T-shirt. “You don’t have anything to fix. You’re exactly like I’d hoped. Well, no. You’re better.” Her teeth caught her bottom lip again. I used my thumb to free it, and her eyes flicked to mine. “I’m not going to ask you if you’re disappointed. I know I’m not perfect and the list of things I need to fix is stupid long, but I don’t want to know—”
I covered her mouth with my hand.
“No.”
“No?” she mumbled.
“No. There’s no list, nothin’ to fix. I like everything about the way you look and even more, I like how you feel when I’m touchin’ you. You smell like the very first summer on earth, when life was fresh and clean and bright. Your hair is pure gold and sunshine, and your eyes would bring a man with half a brain and a fraction of a heart to his knees if you turned on their full power.” I ran my hand up her side, skimming the side of her breast without going any farther. “Ever since I had you in my lap at the party, I’ve been dreamin’ of gettin’ you back here so I can touch more of your soft little body. There is nothing about you that’s disappointing, Wren, other than you runnin’ away from me for three and a half years with no plans to return.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me.”
I cupped her breast, giving it a light squeeze before dropping my hand to her stomach. “I should hope not. And if someone does after this, I will feed him his dick.”
She giggled again, and I knew she thought I was kidding, but I wasn’t. I’d come to a decision about Wren Anderson, and I wasn’t going to waver. She was mine, and that would not change. If I had to convince her, I would. There wasn’t an outcome that didn’t include us together.
Her lips touched my cheek. “I thought you didn’t talk,” she murmured beside my skin.
“I don’t, unless it’s important.” My fingers wove through her silky hair. “I told you, you’re important to me.”
“I want to believe that, Callum.” Her nose nuzzled into my scruff. “Can we go slow? Just a little. There’s so much we know about one another, but so much we don’t.”
