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He peers up at me, disbelief in his eyes. But then that look shifts to one of relief that brings a smile to my lips.
“Taylor Cromwell… you have no fucking idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say those words. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting foryou,” he whispers. I reach out to feel the smoothness of his cheeks, rubbing my fingers into the roughness of his short beard. I want to feel every inch of him, every inch of his skin, smooth, soft, rough, hard. I want every inch of him until my world is his world and nothing else.
“I love you,” I say, looking into his glassy, tired eyes.
“I love you more than anyone and anything, Taylor.”
I let loose a relieved laugh. “I think I’d crash a car a million more times just to hear you say that again.”
“I’m never letting you drive again,” he murmurs, slowly laying me down onto my back. He gently lifts my arm and kisses it, making his way up to my neck where he plants soft, slow kisses until I’m in complete bliss.
“Merry Christmas Eve, baby girl,” he whispers into my ear before nipping and kissing my earlobe.
“Can I have you now?” I ask, reaching for his back.
“Don’t you think we should wait until you’re feeling better?” His low chuckle sends a chill up my spine.
I groan and dig my hands into his hair greedily, pulling him to my face for a kiss. He hesitantly accepts, pressing himself into me gently. All I want is his body wholly, rough, unrestricted, but he touches me like I’m a delicate flower. “Do I have to?” I plead, guiding his mouth back down to my neck.
“Yes, Taylor.” He sighs my name into my skin. “Dinner should almost be ready. As much as I’d hate to break our bubble, I’ve been greedy enough with my time with you. I’m sure your dad would like to know you’re awake.”
“Oh, my dad.” I haven’t even thought about my parents, about Dad, or Mom. Shit, I wonder what she knows.
“I’ll go tell him,” Elijah says, popping our bubble and standing up. I instinctively reach out for him, but pull my hand away, agreeing that Dad should know.
A few minutes after Elijah leaves, Dad knocks on the door before peaking his head in. When he sees I’m awake, his eyes grow huge, and he runs into the room to hug me.
“How’re you feeling? Need anything? Water? Your medication?”
“I’m okay, thank you. I guess it’s Christmas Eve, huh?”
He sits down in my office chair, crossing his legs. “It sure is, kiddo. Just glad you’re home for it.”
“Yeah, me too. Thank God Elijah found me.”
Dad raises his eyebrows in a teasing way. “Yeah…about that.”
“What?” I ask. Maybe he’s pissed at him for taking his truck.
“That boy.” He shakes his head and scoffs. “Let’s just say after some contemplation, and a lot of it, I approve.”
“Approve?”
“You know. Are ya going to make me say it? Whatever it is you two have. Just try to leave me out of it, yeah?’
“Oh…” I try to hide my blush. This is the last thing I thought Dad would be talking about right now. How did he find out? Were we obvious?
“Anyway, Elijah knows he has to have that conversation with his mother, because God forbid, I bring it up. It’s a mess, and you know I don’t like messes, Taylor.”
“How did you—”
He laughs and rolls his eyes. “The kid told me, eventually. But I saw the way he took care of you, the way he couldn’t sleep when you were in the hospital. I suppose it’s a bit uncouth, but I’d say he’s a good one.”
“Dad, you’re embarrassing me.”
He shrugs. “Yeah, well, that’s what dads do.”
Elijah knocks on the door, walking in with two plates of steaming hot food. My stomach immediately growls at the sight.
