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Looping his hand through mine, he leads us toward a huge stack of hay bales. It’s very country, and I love it. We take a seat. When I tuck my cowboy boots beneath me and sip my horrid drink, I feel Saxon watching me.
Scratching over my nose self-consciously, I ask, “What?”
“Nothing,” he replies, but his face tells me it’s not nothing.
“Tell me.”
He considers whether to share his most treasured thoughts, and I’m thankful when he does. “I’m just… Never mind. You’ll laugh.”
“I will not.” When he looks at me suspiciously, I smile and amend, “I’ll try not to.”
Turning serious, he reaches for my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. “I’m just…happy. I’ve wanted this to happen for so long, but the reality is so much better than I ever imagined.”
“Why would I laugh?” I ask because in no way, shape, or form would I laugh at something so heartfelt.
“Because I had this whole speech planned. It started with—” he clears his throat “—feel my shirt.” I arch a brow, not knowing if he actually wants me to or not. He answers my question a moment later. “Wanna know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.” He accentuates his sentence with a wink.
I open and close my mouth before pressing my lips shut to hold back my hysterical cackle. It’s pointless, though, and I burst into uncontrollable laughter. This is so like Saxon. We’ve had enough tears to last us a lifetime. Now, it’s time to laugh.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t laugh,” he accuses with a smirk.
“Yeah, but that was before you dropped a line straight outta a frat handbook.” I’m snort giggling so hard, tears leak from my eyes.
He gasps in mock horror. “Are you laughing at me?”
I clutch my sides, wheezing for breath. “Yes, I most certainly am.” His amused expression only adds to my hysteria.
“That’s it. I’ll give you something to laugh about.” He catches me off guard and scoops me onto his lap. I know what I’m in for, but it’s too late to beg for mercy when he tickles me without remorse.
“Stop!” I cry, wiggling like a worm on a hook. But it only encourages him to torture me further. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” I’m gasping for breath. When he ceases, I can’t help my smart mouth. “I’m sorry you’re such a cheeseball.”
“Oh, that’s it.” His fingers are relentless as he steps up the ante, ensuring no part of me remains untickled.
Anyone looking on would think we’re completely crazy, but I don’t care. This is the most fun I’ve had in forever.
“Give up!” he demands, continuing to tickle my sides.
“Never!”
“Okay, have it your way then.” One minute, I’m wiggling on his lap, and the next, I’m sprawled on my back, his body covering mine. Our chests are rising and falling, our breaths mingling as one. He pins my arms above me, clasping my wrists in one hand. With his hardened chest pressed against mine, I can’t help the whimper that escapes me. The mood suddenly shifts, and I’m breathless for a whole different reason.
His hair flips forward, his eyes feral as he scours over every inch of my face before working his way down. “Now that I’ve got you, I don’t plan on letting you go.” I know he means that in every way.
A threat has never sounded more welcoming. “Good. I’m quite content where I am.” This man oozes sex appeal. He smirks, and his dimple punches me low. We’re in a room full of people, but no one exists but us. That’s how I forever feel when we’re together.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I’m caught in the moment and decide not to overthink it. “Take me to Oregon.”
“What?” I’ve caught him off guard. It’s a nice change. He loosens his hold, but I don’t move.
“I want to go to Oregon,” I repeat in case he didn’t hear me right the first time around.
“Now?To live?” I giggle, pressing a hand against his chest. He sits upright while I follow.
“Settle down, cowboy. I meant, I want to see what you do. Where you live. And then we’ll take it from there.” When he stares, unmoving, a sense of dread overcomes me. I wet my lips. “I thought you’d be happy.”
“I am!” he shouts, a zap of electricity bringing him back to life. “I’m just a little shocked.”
“Why?”
