Talk about sweet.
I smoothed his hair and called, “Dair.”
He pulled his face out of my neck and looked at me.
I could see the heat in his eyes from our kiss.
I could also see the worry for his mother buried under it.
“You’re a good son,” I said softly. “And she’s a strong woman. It’s going to take time. But she’s going to be okay.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me, hen.”
I pressed my lips together.
“I ken she’s going to be okay,” he said. “I’m just glad you’ll be around for a few days to look after her.”
I stroked his freshly shaven jaw. “Of course I will.”
“The next week and more is going to be torture.”
He thought the same as me.
I couldn’t help myself.
I kissed him again.
We necked for a long time, and I enjoyed all that time, before he put me back in my seat (and I didn’t enjoy that).
Even so, there were donuts to get because there were mouths to feed.
Dair waited until we were both belted back up.
And I fixed my hair while he drove us to town.
Early that afternoon, I’d already said goodbye to Davi, and she, Kenna and Dad were hanging some ways away, giving me space to say goodbye to Dair.
I didn’t want to say goodbye to Dair.
I was in his arms, and I could feel him examining my face while I fiddled with a button on his shirt.
“Look at me, lass.”
I lifted my eyes to him.
He grinned audaciously.
“You so very much like me.”
I frowned and slapped his chest.
He laughed and took my mouth in a bold, deep kiss, albeit a pitifully short one.
We were oh so totally leveling up when I got to Scotland.
“Text me your flight details when ye get them,” he ordered when he’d finished kissing me.
I was a little dizzy from said kiss, so I didn’t have it in me to give him shit for again bossing me.
