She treated me like a human, like an adult. She never made me feel younger than her, or less than. She quickly became my person, my best friend, my... everything.
I’ve been in love with that woman since the moment I met her. I've never once said the words, even though I know she can tell. I’ve never pushed for something more because even if all we could ever be is friends, it’s enough for me. She’s enough for me. Just her being in my life has kept me alive.
If she ever wanted more, I’d take her in a heartbeat. If she ended up with a pack, I wouldn’t care who she was with as long as I got to be with her as well.
Even if it was just as friends.
Friends. Fucking friends. Damn it! I wish we were more.
My soul burns for her. Craves her in every way possible.
Call me dramatic, but I’d die for her. I’d lay my life on the line any damn day if it meant keeping her safe.
She saw me as something more when everyone else treated me like nothing. She was there for me when no one else was.
She knows every deep, dark secret of my past and has never judged me. I know the same for her. And if I had the power to do it, I’d find Gideon and put a bullet between his eyes. Luke, on the other hand, is not off the list.
The night goes smoothly, and I’m not surprised. People know the rules of Widows Peak. They won’t risk being asked to leave. The worst we get is a sloppy drunk who needs a ride home.
Once the last person leaves the club, I lock the door and go check on Lexi.
“Hey.” I rub my hand up and down her back when I find her sitting at the bar, her head against the bar top.
Silva looks at me, a mask of concern on her face.
“Hi.” Lexi sounds tired, and not just because it’s two in the morning.
“Come on. Let’s get you home, Peaches.”
Silva gives me a raised brow as she watches me scoop her sister up into my arms. I give her a sly smile back.
Ever since I picked her up to carry her to my truck the other day, I’ve been looking for any excuse to touch her again. I like having her this close, in my arms. Maybe a little too much.
I know I’m just torturing myself, but I can’t find it in me to care.
Lexi doesn’t protest, just wraps her arms around my neck with a soft sigh, burying her face into my neck.
When she breathes in my scent, I order my cock to behave.
Something has changed between us, I’m almost positive. Or maybe it’s just me getting my hopes up for something more.
I see the way she looks at me now, the little bouts of jealousy she has when someone else shows interest in me. The way she was reacting to me the other day? My touch, the close proximity, it was undeniable that she was aroused. I could smell her sweet, mouth-watering peaches and cream scent grow thicker in the air.
“My car,” Lexi grumbles as I carry her to my truck.
“You didn’t take your car,” I chuckle. “I drove you, remember?”
“Oh,” she sighs. “Yeah.”
By the time we get to her place, she’s passed out. Her lips parted as her chest rises and falls with her soft breaths.
Smiling, I chuckle softly and get out of the truck, going to her side to carefully lift her into my arms.
She doesn’t wake as I carry her into the house and up to her room. Lying her down on her bed, I take off her sneakers, before pulling the blankets over her. I won’t dare undress her when she’s asleep and in a vulnerable position.
She trusts me, and I’d never take that for granted.
I know if it were anyone but me, she wouldn’t even allow herself to fall asleep. She feels that comfortable with me.
