“Yeah.” My fingers brushed over her cheek. “Spending my day”—my life—“with my girls.”
Chapter thirty-two
Kate
Tristan didn’t spend the day with us.
He spent three.
Three amazing days that would be etched in my memory for the rest of time.
I’d laughed. I’d swooned. Then I’d laughed some more.
Especially when Millie and I insisted on watching an episode of our favorite BTS show. It was an older one and pure chaos. The kind Millie and I couldn’t stop laughing at. Not Tristan though. The man stared at the TV as if it would come to life and invade the world at any second. It was hilarious and without a doubt one of my favorite moments.
Ranking high up there with the night Millie had asked Tristan to tuck her in. He’d read her favorite book she’d brought with and even dropped a goodnight kiss on Mochi’s head.
My heart had squeezed violently at the sight of them together. Even now, days later, on our way back to work, I still felt that tug in my chest, that band squeezing so tight it stole my breath.
“Everything okay?” Tristan’s voice drew me from my thoughts.
While I’d been reliving the past few days, he’d parked the car, cut the engine, and rounded the vehicle to my side. My door was open and his outstretched hand was in front of my face.
“I’m good.” I smiled at him. “Really good.”
His lips twitched, once, twice, before curving into the most wonderful smile. I forgot how to breathe. In all the time I’d known this man, I’d never seen him smile like that.
I liked it. I liked it a lot.
I told him so when I touched my palm to his and allowed him to help me out.
“It’s all you, baby.” Wrapping his arms around me, he held me to his chest and kissed my forehead. “You put it there. You and our little girl.”
Gosh, my head spun. He said all the right things, but he was running while I was still learning to walk. It scared me. He scared me. Or maybe it was my own feelings that scared me.
In my head, I understood things were moving fast. In my heart, though, it all felt so freaking right.
“Hey.” He smoothed his thumb over the crease between my brows. “Sure you’re okay?”
He didn’t need to know about the craziness going on inside my brain. So I pushed onto my toes and brought my lips to his. I’d intended for it to be a quick peck, but nothing was ever quick with Tristan.
His tongue swept into my mouth; teasing, tasting while those long fingers dug into my waist with unyielding pressure. A small whimper escaped my throat. He used the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
Delicious sensations rolled through my body, one after the other. Warmth spread through my veins like a damn wildfire. And he was just kissing me. To be fair, there was nothingjustabout the way this man devoured me so completely.
Not just physically.
His touch crept into every corner, bled through every pore. It tangled with my soul and sank into my bones.
“Hmm,” he breathed after I didn’t even know how long. “How does it keep getting better?” Not waiting for me to answer, he swiped his thumb over my swollen mouth. “I ruined your lipstick.”
My underwear too.
I started to tell him that when I realized we’d made out in the firm’s parking garage. Even though a quick glance around assured me we were the only ones there; we weren’t exactly out of sight.
There were cameras everywhere.
And a highly paid security team who kept a close eye on them.
