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Laney
"Stay the night withme," Weston whispers, sweeping my hair to the side to kiss all over my neck and shoulders. "I want to fall asleep with you in my arms."
"Addison will be worried," I murmur, melting in his arms.
"So call her," he says. He shifts around, making the hot water splash over the side of the bathtub. At least he says it's a bathtub. It looks more like an Olympic sized jacuzzi to me. I'm not complaining though. Taking a bath with him is heavenly, even if he did boss me into it. He was worried he was too rough with me and that I'd be sore.
I loved every minute of being with him, but I am a little sore. Mostly because he's way bigger than average.
I Googled it once. There's an awful lot of information about penises on the internet.
"Okay," I agree, humming softly. I don't want to go home anymore than he seems to want me to go. Today has been like nothing I expected.Heis nothing like I expected. I'm not ready to go back to my real life where men like Weston don't even look at girls like me. The thought of not having him in my life is painful.
I've never been in love before, but I'm pretty sure that's what I'm feeling now. He makes me so freaking happy. NotI just found a cute skirt on salehappy, butmy entire soul is singinghappy. The way he looks at me, the soft way he touches me…I know he feels the same way. Neither of us have said the words though. I'm afraid if I do, I'll wake up and this will all have been a dream.
I'll be back in my bed, missing my dad and alone. He'll be the grumpy hockey star I dream about. We won't know each other.
I love knowing him.
I love being with him.
I love him.
So much it's a little terrifying.
The last year of my life has been hard. Even with all the amazing memories my dad and I got to make together, dealing with the fact that he was dying wasn't easy. Losing him was worse. I finally feel like grief has loosened the chokehold a little and I can breathe again. I've been happier since I met Weston than I have been in a long time. He makes me so ridiculously happy.
I don't know if my dad would approve of us together, but I like to think he would. He always knew I had a crush on Weston. He used to tease me about it. I have a feeling he helped nudge us both in the right direction. I only went to the game to see Westonbecause of him, because he wanted Weston to know how much he appreciated him.
"I'll take you home in the morning," Weston murmurs, pouring a ton of soap into his hands and then working it into the muscles in my upper back. His hands are incredible. They're so rough, but he touches me with so much care. "I have to be at the arena by eight."
"You have a game tomorrow," I say, groaning as he works magic on my back.
"Mmhmm. In Miami." He stops massaging for a moment. "You should come."
I turn my head to look at him. "I can't just go to Miami."
"Why not?"
"Uh, because I don't make seven million a year like some people."
"Smart ass."
"I'm serious," I say. "Hopping on a plane and going wherever you want is easy for you. It's not for me. I have bills to pay. Besides, I have to work the day after tomorrow." My dad's life insurance will keep me comfortable for a while, but I don't want to dip into it for luxuries like a last-minute trip to Miami. He still has medical bills coming in that I have to pay off. Until I decide whether or not to sell the house where I grew up, I need to be smart about spending.
"Laney, angel, you're mine," he says, his expression serious. "That means all of my shit is your shit too. We can afford for you to hop on plane. We could afford for you to hop on one every day for the rest of your life if you wanted to do it."
"I'm not taking your money."
"Our money," he growls, narrowing those gray eyes at me. "Once we're married, it'll be yours too. Might as well get used to it now. I'm not signing a prenup."
I gape at him. He says we're getting married casually, like it's a foregone conclusion.
"You're not signing that bullshit either." He dips his hand into the water to rinse soap off it before sliding it around to cup my jaw. "Once you have my ring on your finger, you're mine forever. We aren't signing any bullshit agreements."
"You're insane."
"Wasn't before I met you," he says, smirking at me.
