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"I never stopped loving you."
"I don't deserve you, Iz."
"You do," I cup his face in my hands. "You do."
Softly, I press my lips to his as the afternoon light fades.
Brady doesn't think he deserves me, but I know he does. He's not who he used to be, and neither am I.
We're different now. We're different people.Better. Better for each other.
Brady flips us over and lays me down. I smile against his mouth as he kisses me harder. Every nerve ending in my bodyflares to life as his body warms mine. Spears of heated desire drift between us as I tilt my head, giving him more access to my mouth.
I've wanted this for so long. I wanted to call him my husband. I wanted to have his last name. More than that, I wanted to be his. I want him to only be mine.
Our limbs tangle as I sigh into his kiss and his fingers find the hem of my sweater. Slowly, his hand slides beneath it, inching further up my stomach.
A single tear slips down my cheek as I hold him tight.
Happy.
I'm so damn happy it's not even funny.
"You OK?" he whispers against my lips.
"Yeah," I use the back of my hand to wipe the tears off my face.
"Iz?" His face falls. "What's wrong?'
"This is a happy tear," I tell him. "I was so afraid that I'd go my whole life never feeling this way again. I never thought...never hopedthat someday I'd find you again. I can't believe we found each other again."
"We did," Brady nods. "We did, Iz."
"If I had to do it all over again," I laugh as another tear spills from my face, "I would. I would go through all of it to be right here with you right now."
"I would, too," he smiles, his face the only thing I can see.
"Kiss me," I say.
He lowers his head and kisses me deeply. This time, it's slower, gentler, warmer. Everything is fuzzy and bright as I tug his shirt up to his chest. We work together to remove it and it falls somewhere on the floor.
My hands run over the contoured muscles on his stomach and chest, memorizing every inch.
"Do we have time..." his eyes sparkle in the dying afternoon light.
I nod as his hands find my jeans. When they're mid-way down my thighs, the door creaks open and we both hear, "What the fuck is going on in here?"
Chapter 28
I push off Brady and swing my leg over him, landing on the soft carpet with both feet. I pull my pants up and rebutton them.
"Well, this day just keeps getting more interesting by the minute," Steve rolls his eyes.
Brady stands and adjusts his pants as I step in front of him, hiding him from view. "What's up, Steve?"
"I thought we could talk," Steve clicks his tongue, "but you're obviously too busy withyour boss."
Steve's eyes then land on Brady's backpack. Hisovernightbackpack.
