“One decent meal?” He pressed a hand to his chest like I’d mortally wounded him. “That was art.”
I laughed again, honestly surprised by how much I was doing that these days. “Fine. It was very good art, but the point remains that you’re going to have to keep producing dishes like this from now on.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Movement outside the window caught my eye. I leaned over a little, blinking when I realized what it was. Just like that, food and Callum’s promises of cooking were the furthest things from my mind.
“It’s snowing.” My voice came out slightly hoarse, the surprise nearly overwhelming me. Even though it started slow at first, it quickly became thicker. Flakes caught the glow of the streetlights and my eyes widened. “Is that real or am I hallucinating?”
Callum twisted to look, a crooked smile spreading on his lips as his head started shaking. “Snow in San Francisco. In November. What are the odds?”
“One in a million maybe?” I got up and walked over to the window, childlike awe creeping through me. “I’ve never seen it like this here. Have you?”
Brody came skidding back into the room on his socks, instantly pressing his face to the window. “Can I go outside? Please, Mom? Please, please, please?”
I tried to keep a straight face, but up and down the street, kids were already racing out of their houses. “Okay, baby, but grab your boots, hat, and gloves. You’ve got thirty minutes.”
He tore off to his room. What felt like only seconds later, the front door slammed behind him, his laughter floating in from the street. I turned back around to find Callum watching me, not the snow.
My cheeks warmed under his gaze, but I held it steadily. “You should stay tonight. It’s getting late and it’s snowing. Also, I’d really like it if you would.”
He tilted his head. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” My voice felt small, but it was certain.Iwas certain. “If you want to.”
He smiled, his eyes lighting up. He nodded slowly like he was trying not to show how happy this really made him but he wasn’t quite able to. “I definitely want to.”
“Okay, then.”
“Okay.”
Callum stood up when I started clearing the table, and without even discussing it, we cleaned up together. Once we were done, we curled on the couch with a blanket over our legs, the snow falling steadily outside. It was cozy, romantic, and so blissfully warm inside that I reached for Callum’s hand under the blanket, loving the soft, happy smile he sent my way as he wrapped his fingers around my own.
Brody finally came back inside a short while later, his cheeks pink and exhausted, and after a hot shower and a goodnight kiss, he crashed without protest. The house settled into that perfect quiet and I leaned into Callum, his arm heavy and warm around me.
“This feels so surreal,” I whispered.
He glanced down at me, those blue eyes shimmering with something that looked a lot like peace when usually I could almost always swear I saw restless energy in them. “The snow?”
“All of it,” I responded. “You. The snow. Tonight. It’s just feels like some dream I’m going to wake up from.”
He didn’t answer right away, but he shifted slightly, like he was working up to something. A moment later, he pulled back, reached into his pocket, and caught my left hand in his.
“Maisie Morgan,” he said, his voice low but steady, his eyes locked on mine as if nothing and nobody else existed. “I should’ve done this weeks ago, but will you wear my ring?”
My lips parted, but words didn’t come as he held up a golden band. It was simple but beautiful. All I could do was stare at him, at the way he looked at me, steady, sure, like the ground had finally stopped moving beneath his feet.
The snow kept falling, rare and fleeting, but inside I felt nothing but warmth. I held his gaze, finally managing a nod as tears started pressing at the backs of my eyes. “Yes, Callum Westwood. I never thought we’d get here, but I would absolutely love to wear your ring.”
CHAPTER 33
CALLUM
Iburied my head between Maisie’s legs, my cock painfully hard and my entire being begging to just sink into her, but there were more important matters at hand. Like the way she was writhing against me, a pillow stuffed over her face to keep her moans from escaping.
Brody was asleep right down the hall, and even though both bedroom doors were closed, I knew we had to be careful. It was definitely going to take some getting used to, though. I loved being able to hear her, every moan and barely restrained scream burrowing deep into my soul, but when we were at her place, I was going to have to settle for whatever I could get that wouldn’t bring him rushing into the room.
I circled my tongue around her swollen clit, grinning against her soft, soaked flesh when her thighs started trembling around my ears.God, I could do this all night.
