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His grip on my cheeks falls away, and he skims his hands to my neck, somehow infusing me with his comfort through his touch. “You’re scared I won’t love you when I see the real you. But I’m scared you won’tletme love you even when I do.”
My chest shakes and quivers with each intake of air. He holds me, steadfast and unwavering. His gaze fixes on me, staring deep into my soul.
All my broken pieces are there, below the surface, calling to him. He’s asking for them, begging, even. He wants to put them together— to heal and support me. Make me stronger.
He wants to teach me how to love.
And I could have no better teacher than him.
Heislove.
I wonder if he knows he’s already helping me become a better person, someone worthy of love like his. Every day, he shows me how to live an honorable life. Since the night I met him, he’s encouraged me to live honestly and with integrity.
To earn him.
I’m not sure why I do it, but my right hand lowers and locks over his heart. The steady pounding under his strong pec gives me the last bit of courage I need.
I’m ready. I can do this.
“I will, Cal. I’ll let you love me. I’ll show you everything. All of me. No more secrets or lies.”
“Just you.”
“Just me. I promise. I won’t hide anything from you. And I’ll never hurt you. Because I’m falling for you too.” My tears continue streaming. “No, that’s not right. I’ve already fallen.”
His grip on me tightens as he pulls me forward, then kisses me deeply. Our lips seal tight enough so nothing can come between us.
And nothing will again.
His hazel eyes sparkle with sincerity when he pulls back and whispers, “Then my heart is yours.”
Chapter43
A kick in the head and a smack on the ass
KLEIN
Mia joined me in the shower, and we held each other until the water ran cold. Our lips were never more than an inch apart. But even better… our hearts have never been closer.
Everything about tonight was epic perfection.
Still not sure what came over me when we got home or what made me take her in my mother’s kitchen like that. I just had to have her; there’s no other explanation.
Claiming her was aneedI couldn’t suppress for another second. Not long enough to take her to the bedroom and remove our clothes or even get her out of her underwear.
And if that pair had been tight like the others in the office last week, I’d have ripped them too. No regrets.
After our shower, I throw on a pair of drawstring sleep pants and dash into the kitchen to clean our mess. She flounces in like a ray of ginger sunshine while I scrub the second round of disinfectant on the counter in the spot I ravaged her.
Again, no regrets.
“Hey, stud,” she simpers and wraps herself around me from behind. “Wow, he bakes, cleans, fucks like a champ, and makes julienne fries!”
Chuckling, I glimpse over my shoulder, noting her damp hair braided to one side. She’s in one of my old Army T-shirts.
Fuck, she looks good.
She places a featherlight kiss on my bare back, then releases my waist. “Okay, let’s try this allegedly top-tier dessert.”
