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“Thank you.”
Sophie walks out and sees us all standing there. Her brows knit for a moment. She shoots me a ‘do I want to know about this’ look and I shake my head.
I’ll tell her later. Hopefully, much later.
“You good?” I ask her.
“Yep. All done.” She bites into her juicy bottom lip and I hold my hand out for her. She takes it and I immediately feel grounded.
“Come on then,” I say to her. “Let me take you home.”
“Your home or mine?” she asks, her eyes on mine.
“Both are home to me.” It’s the truth. Home is where she is. It’s where I want to be. And I know I need to prove myself even more to her. I need to show her she can trust me. Even if it takes the rest of my life I’m okay with that.
Her expression softens. She steps closer, placing her hands on my shoulder. “I’m sorry I left,” she whispers. “I won’t do it again.”
“Good,” I tell her. “But even if you did I’ll always follow you.”
Her lips curl. “I’m counting on that.” She moves her hands up, until her fingers are curled around the back of my neck. She’s on her tiptoes and I automatically reach down to hold her hips to keep her steady.
“You know the good thing about both our homes?” she asks me.
“What?” I tip my head to the side, feeling so damn lucky to have this girl.
“They’re empty. No family, no friends. Just us.”
“Hallefuckingluhah,” I say, because even though yesterday feels like forever ago, the need to be alone with this woman is still coursing through my veins. I love her. I adore her. I’ll cross oceans and climb mountains for her.
Hell, I’ll do morally dubious server raids, or at least ask my right hand woman to do so, just to save this beautiful girl’s ass.
“I love you,” she tells me, as though she can read my mind.
“The feeling is mutual, West,” I say, my throat tight. “I love you, too.”
“Then take me home.”
And I do.
EPILOGUE
LIAM
It’s been six weeks since I chased her back to Charleston and I’m starting to wonder if moving in together is a good idea. She’s bent over a box in the kitchen, her skirt pulled up to reveal her smooth, tan thighs, and I’ve got a boner the size of Brooklyn as I imagine walking behind her and sliding those pretty panties aside.
There’s every possibility that I’m going to fuck her until we both die of exhaustion. The only time I don’t think about sex is when we’re both at work, or when I’m playing racquetball with Myles. I thought I’d get used to it by now but moving in together has only made me hornier.
I’m imagining christening each room with her. Multiple times. Bending her over the bath, pushing her against the tiled wall in the shower, eating her for breakfast on the counter.
“Did you find the coffee pot?” her dad asks, walking in with a tray of cookies. I immediately deflate which is a very good thing.
“Yep, it’s here.” Sophie stands and holds it up like she’s won a prize. Then she sees me skulking there like the dirty stalker I am.
“Oh hey,” she says. “When did you get here?”
“Five minutes ago.” And yes, I’ve been watching her the whole time. She’s my girl. Sue me. “Everything’s finished with your apartment. I handed the key back.”
I first saw this house before Sophie and I were officially together. Even then I could picture her in it perfectly. It has a skylight that spans the length of the kitchen and she loves looking up and watching the clouds.
