“Meant to be,” I finish for her. “You’re mine, baby girl. I love you and you’re mine.”
Tears fill her eyes again as she stares up at me. “I love you too.”
Those words from her lips are the sweetest surprise. No one’svoiced that sentiment to me in decades. For most of my life, I’ve felt undeserving of love because of what I did to my sister. Cora would hate it if she knew. She’d want me to be happy, and she’d tell me to stop living in the past. So I don’t hesitate to accept the admission as truth from Savannah. She loves me.
I sweep my mouth against hers. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” she rasps, her lip quivering.
I take her in a desperate kiss. I can’t get enough of her. “Again.”
“I love you,” she says louder. Then she laughs, tears running down her cheeks. “I didn’t see tonight going this way either.”
I smile. “I like to keep you on your toes. But tell me, how did you see tonight going?”
She bites her lip, heat suddenly igniting in her eyes. “Figured you’d have me bent over, jersey bunched up, fucking me in a closet because you couldn’t wait.”
I groan as the image materializes in my head. “We can definitely make that happen.” I grab her ass and pull her against me. “After the tattoo.”
She peers up at me, eyes misty. “You’re really doing this?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m really doing this.”
Two hours later, she sits by my side while I get her name inked on my chest, and when the artist shows us the finished product, she turns to him and says, “Do me now.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
SAVANNAH
Addie: Happy move-in day! Wish I could help.
Me: Thanks, babe, but there isn’t much to move. It’s a perk of being non-sentimental and cheap.
Josie: Good luck at your game, Addie! And don’t worry, she turned my help down too. She’s all about my mom and your aunts now. We’re old news.
Me: Oh my god. Shut up, you jealous whore!
Josie: Oh, a new nickname. I like it.
Sutton: So MY way of doing things apparently wasn’t so bad after all, huh? You got a boyfriend and a new roommate out of it.
Me: Haha. Yes, thank you, Sutton. I forgot to tell you girls—he FREAKINGKNEW about the articles.
Josie: Wait! Why haven’t you called me to explain this already? I’m actually Jealous Whore Barbie now. WTF?
Me: Sorry, the last 24 hours have been a whirlwind. I even got a tattoo!
Sutton: Holy crap! Send pics!
Camden bendsdown to pick up a box, and with that perfect bubble butt on display like that, I can’t resist giving it a good smack. “C’mere, babe.”
Over his shoulder, he smirks. “Don’t hate the nickname, but if you want my attention, you know how to get it.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine.Daddy.” I can’t even hide the stupid smile that graces my lips. “Could you please come here and take a picture of your new branding with me so I can show the girls how I own you?”
Eyes dancing, he slowly drags his shirt over his head. Everything is a show with him. And it’s all for me. I love every second of it.
And when he removes the bandage covering his tattoo, my heart skips a beat. I still can’t believe he got my name—followed by fuckingSnow—tattooed over his heart. It’s so permanent.
