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And my hands reach for her out of habit.
Pulling her close and squeezing her until she squeaks, I ask her again. “Are you okay? I mean, are you really okay with all this?”
She looks thoughtful, but looking up at me, she gives a nod. Lifting her shirt…my shirt long enough for my hand to stray far enough to feel for myself.
“Underwear. Or I’m not going anywhere,” she says, poking her tongue out at me and scurrying off before I can continue my explorations south of the border of her shirt.
My shirt.
Ah hell. She’s got more than my shirts already, that girl.
She’s got my heart, mind, body, and soul. And I love her for it.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Jen
Kane’s plan to drop everything and go to New York throws me big time. Even though he strongly hinted that’s what he originally wanted all along.
But once I see how quick he is to make sure I feel comfortable about it, even booking train tickets instead of plane tickets, I’m starting to warm to the idea for some reason.
Maybe it’s because my only other options are to either stay here by myself or go back home to my mom.
So New York, here we come!
The mall closest to Kane’s is open all day, and he wastes no time in keeping his promise to buy me a whole new wardrobe.
Piecing some kind of outfit together for me to wear before we leave and tossing it all once I’ve been fitted with some new clothes.
And more underwear than I think I’ll need for a lifetime or two. But it’s like I keep saying to myself. It’s not just his habit of tearing it off me, it’s how much underwear I’ve been going through because of the effect he has on me.
I may as well just stick a sponge between my legs and wring it out every few minutes.
I’ve never been spoiled so much in my life, but it kind of seals my fate.
There’s no going home to my mom’s now. No way could I explain all this new stuff without having to tell the whole story.
And there’s no way I’d be able to spend another night without him either.
Not ever.
Kane even makes sure I get a whole new luggage set, and he only leaves me alone once the entire time we’re out while I’m choosing some new shoes to match my outfits.
Telling me, he’s gotta go get something ‘special.’ And he gives strict instructions to the store staff not to let me wander off anywhere until he gets back.
I figure he means to buy himself something.
Maybe something manly like the secret cologne he wears.
But he only seems happiest when he sees me smile—always putting himself last when it comes to buying or doing anything just for him.
He’s back pretty soon, and with nothing but a knowing smile to give away anything, he runs through his mental checklist of things I’m likely to need before he pays the bill, finally deciding I have enough.
I feel a strange kind of excited exhaustion by the time we get home, and Kane suggests a hot bath and an early night.
Dinner is courtesy of the leftovers that his fridge seems to be overflowing with. But as always, it looks and tastes better the second time around.
There’s a deep rumble from the huge bathtub filling up as we eat.
