My laughter subsides into a deep, contented sigh. “Sabrina told you about my leg, didn’t she?”
“Yep.”
“Was she a pain about it?”
“Yep.”
“Good.”
“She could’ve been a bigger pain. I deserved it.”
“You aresolucky I’m in a cast right now, or I’d be putting you in a headlock until you said three nice things about yourself.”
“Oh, look, the last kitten. Hey, did you see I brought you chocolate chip cookies?”
This man.
He’s a little bit of a mess. But so am I. And our fun together is just starting.
I lean back a bit so I can look up at him. “I’m going to demand proper dates.”
“Like the one with bacon?”
“Yes.”
He smiles at me, and then he’s kissing me.
Soft and slow and gentle, like he’s afraid all of me is as damaged as my leg is.
“I missed you,” I say against his lips.
“I’m still terrified this is a dream and you’ll never forgive me.”
“This isn’t a dream.”
“Are you sure?”
I kiss him again. “Nope. You’re right. Feels like a dream.”
He smiles at me. “A dream come true.”
“I’m your dream?”
“You’ve always been my dream, Laney. Always.”
“That must’ve been pretty awful.”
“Worth it.”
I smile back at him. The words slipped out so easily, but I fully believe him.
For all the years he annoyed me, I know exactly how he feels.
He starts chuckling again. “You’re thinking it was way worse for you, aren’t you?”
I shake my head. “Stay with me tonight?”
“Any night.”
