“I love you, too.”
My grin broadened. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
I kissed her. “Again.”
“I love you.”
I smothered a kiss against her neck. “I’m never gonna shut up about this.” I huffed out a laugh when I heard her giggle.
I lifted my head, brushing her hair back from her face as I searched her eyes. I kissed her again, long and slow, feeling like I could truly breathe again for the first time in months.
Our breathing had slowed when I finally collapsed next to her on the bed. I pushed myself up on my elbow, looking down at her. “By the way, where the hell is your phone?”
“It died. I just plugged it in right before you got here,” she said as she reached over, grabbing it from her nightstand.
“You, uh, you might have a few texts from me…”
A breathy chuckle escaped her as she looked at the screen. “Afew?”
I smirked, feeling her gently shake with laughter as she read through my messages.
Wes
I really need to talk to you.
I know you’re mad at me, but please answer.
Princess, you’re killing me.
Where the hell are you?
Marco…
I’m losing my goddamn mind over here.
This is the worst game of hide and seek ever.
I’m fairly confident we’re going to be a couple by the time you read this. Consider this our first fight.
But if you reject me, you owe me $20 for gas.
Olly olly oxen free.
Chapter 53
I inhaleda deep breath as I stirred in bed, arching to stretch the sleep from my body. When my eyes fluttered open and met a still-sleeping Wes, everything from the night before came rushing back…and a soft smile curled on my lips.
I let out a slow breath as I stared at him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took as I tried to calm the rapid flutter in mine. I noticed a few strands of his dark hair—short with a slight curl at the ends—falling against his forehead, and I lifted my hand, gently brushing them away with my finger.
Once upon a time, I wanted nothing more than to strangle this man. He was the antagonist in my story, but somewhere along the way, he became my friend. And slowly, without realizing it, I fell for everything I once claimed to hate—his charm, his smirk, his wit. Now, I didn’t want to be without him.
I didn’t know much about love, but I knew, without a doubt, that I loved him. And while I still had a lot to learn aboutsharing my heart with someone, I was glad it was him I was giving it to.
“Was I snoring again?” Wes quipped, his voice deep and raspy from sleep.
I let out a soft chuckle. “No. I was admiring.”
