This is it.
This is everything.
This is home.
And it’s terrifying as all fuck.
Chapter 28
Maisey
It takes me a long time to catch my breath.
Even longer to catch my emotions.
If I’ve ever come that hard before, I don’t remember it. I don’t know if I’ll even remember sex before this.
Every inch of my body is satiated. Every nerve at ease. Even my brain is mostly a calm, happy soothing slate of blankness.
The fire crackles and pops next to us, and the rug I almost didn’t get for it being completely impractical is warm and soft beneath my back, almost tickling my neck, but not quite.
Flint eases off me and settles in beside me, looping an arm over my belly and pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.
No hurry.
Nowhere else to be for either of us.
I let my eyes slide closed and tilt my head so it’s touching his and listen as his breathing evens out.
He doesn’t ask if it was good for me. Dean used to do that all the time.Wow, babe, was that as good for you as it was for me?He never listened to my answer, so I quit saying anything beyondmm-hmm.
But Flint doesn’t ask.
Because he knows it was good? Because he knows if I need or want something different next time, I’ll ask? Because there won’t be a next time?
Because it wasn’t good for him?
Dammit.
Brain has engaged.
I told him it was good, didn’t I?
Did I?
Everything that came out of my mouth while he was inside me is a blur.
Yet despite the insecurities settling in, I’m stroking the back of his hand with my fingertips as if I’m claiming him. This hand. I love this hand. The thick veins. The strong bones. The soft skin and rough hairs and long, blunt-tipped fingers. This hand is mine.
“Junie says everyone knows you’re a player,” I whisper.
He makes a noise that’s not a full grunt.
I don’t say anything else, and eventually, he makes another noise that’s not quite a sigh and not quite a grunt.
I still don’t say anything.
And eventually, my patience is rewarded with a quiet confession.
