I’m completely, utterly, undeniably in love with my city girl. And I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do about it.
I stay there a second longer, smiling to myself like a fool before getting up and pulling my jeans on.
We have an evening routine that’s become second nature to me in our short time together. She writes, I rub her feet as we sit by the fire in some kind of domestic comfort I never knew I wanted.
While she gets herself together, I gather up her notebook, the blanket, and her phone from her nightstand. It lights up in my hand just as I’m turning toward the couch.
My eyes drop to the display by instinct.
The air leaves my lungs in one sharp exhale, and I stop short, frozen in place.
Kali
My skin is flushed. My lips are swollen. My body aches in the best possible way, and I can’t stop smiling.
I brace my hands on the sink and gaze at my reflection.
I look different.
But how could I not?
He’d said it.You’re mine, Kali.
If I close my eyes, I can still hear him saying it. His voice rough, barely controlled. His dick inside me. Stuffing me like I’ve never been stuffed before.
And I said it back.
Of course I did.
Because I felt it. Hell, I’ve felt it from the very first time his lips touched mine. I am totally, one hundred percent his.
Every word, every touch, every breath between us feels real in a way I didn’t even know was possible.
No one has ever made me feel this way before.
I take a deep breath and blow it out. “Tell him,” I whisper to my reflection. “He feels it too.”
I was pretty sure he did. But now Iknowit, and I’m done dancing around it.
I take a breath, pull on his oversized flannel that I’ve claimed as my own to wear around the cabin, pull my long hair up in a messy knot, and step back into the main room.
He’s standing by the couch, half dressed, his back to me, his shoulders tense.
I feel the shift in the air immediately. The easy warmth that always fills the space between us is gone. It feels heavy now. Thick with tension.
“Hey,” I say softly, not to be deterred. “I was thinking?—”
He turns, and the look in his blue eyes stops me cold.
“Cash?”
“Do you have something you need to say?”
I nod, but the certainty of what I was going to tell him has vanished. “I don’t know…what are you?—”
He holds up my cell phone. “Do you care to explain this?”
It takes me a second to register what I’m seeing. The faint glow of the screen. A text message.
