“I’m not excited,” I lie instantly.
“You’reglowing,” she teases.
Chaos squints at me. “Oh my God, she is. Is that what love looks like? It’s horrifying.”
Glitch smacks the back of his head. “Knock it off, or I’m gonna let Amy make good on her promise of stabbing you.”
Amy beams. I shove past them as the engines die down. My pulse thunders, and I swear my hands are shaking. It’s only been two days, but it feels longer.
Paige appears at my side. “Don’t worry, he missed you.”
I bite my lip. “I missed him, too.”
We walk outside to greet them. Frost has dust on his boots, and his hair is mussed from the ride. His eyes scan the small crowd until they land on me.
Time freezes, and at this moment, it’s just him and me. No one else exists. Frost’s nostrils flare as he charges forward. Not waiting for him to reach me, I run to meet him halfway and jump into his waiting arms. Lifting me clean off the ground, he buries his face in my neck. I wrap my legs around his waist without thinking, fingers gripping the back of his neck like I’ll die if I let go.
He smells like exhaust, leather, and home.
Home.That sounds wonderful.
“Hi, darlin’,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
I swallow around the lump in my throat. “Hi.”
Frost pulls back just enough to see my face, his hands cupping my ass. “Missed you.”
I laugh softly. “You texted me thirty minutes before you got here.”
“Didn’t help.”
Amy clears her throat loudly to indicate everyone’s still watching us, but we ignore her.
Chaos hisses, “I think they’re gonna kiss.”
Amy elbows him. “No shit, Sherlock.”
Frost leans in slowly, giving me time to back away if I want to. I won’t. I need this as much as he does. Our lips meet, softly at first, then the kiss deepens as our tongues touch. Heat rushes through me, sending a pulsating need straight to my core. When we finally break apart, both of us are breathing hard. He sets me back on my feet as applause erupts around us. I flip them all off.
Chaos wipes a fake tear. “They grow up so fast.”
Amy gags while Paige beams like a proud mom.
Frost rests his forehead against mine. “You, good?”
“I am now.”
“What do you got in your hair?” He gently pulls something out of my hair and examines it.
Shit.
“Is this tinsel?” he asks, perplexed.
I ignore his question and tug on his hand. “Come inside. You gotta be hungry.”
Frost’s brows narrow thoughtfully. “Lead the way.”
“What about me?” Colt hollers. “Am I chopped liver now?”
