He kissed my collarbone. “I like hearing you say that.”
He gazed at me with so much warmth in his eyes that emotions caught in my throat. There was no confusion now, not with the way he stared at me like I mattered.
He kissed me slowly, nipping and teasing my lips like we had all the time in the world. Which we did now.
“Top five.” I smiled at him. “Kissing you is in my top five favorite things.”
His grin stretched across his entire face. “You’re my favorite thing.”
I flashed him a naughty grin, my thighs dampening with need. It had been too long since our skin had touched, and I craved him. To be touched, loved, taken care of. I reached for the end of his shirt, but he stopped me.
“Fuck, Becca.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.” Disappointment hit me in the gut.
He kissed me once more, softly on my forehead, as tight lines formed around his eyes. “I gotta get back to the hospital. I’m so sorry. I told them I was running home to shower and eat.”
He looked sorry, too, with a frown and worried eyes. I ran my fingers over his jaw, understanding his situation. “Well, I have an idea where we both win.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Let’s shower, and I’ll feed you after.” I intertwined our fingers and pulled him off the couch. “You never said you had to showeralone.”
“That’s true.” His grin grew, and soon enough, he showed me exactly how much he’d missed me the past three days.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
HARRISON
Roses seemed too obvious. Becca didn’t strike me as a red rose type of woman. I eyed the colorful bouquet containing every shade imaginable. Blair helped me pick them out because I was typically a dumbass when it came to that stuff, and Becca mattered. A nervous sweat dripped down my back as I waited outside her front door.
Yes, we’d spent the last three nights together, but she insisted on getting ready at the house by herself.
I didn’t argue. I was just damn happy we were together without doubt. It didn’t matter it had been only a week of being with her, she’d changed me and wedged her way into my soul.
Footsteps.My heart sped up as the door creaked open. Becca stood there with a goofy smile as she twirled around. She wore a golden dress, the silky material clinging to her gorgeous body.
There’s a slit.
Fuck.
“Goddamn, Becca.” I couldn’t stop staring at her. The tease of her smooth leg, the freckles lining her collarbone, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulder… she was beautiful.
“You look incredible.” My voice cracked, and her grin grew.
“Thank you.” She winked and struck a pose with one hand on her hip. “Are the flowers for me?”
I nodded and shoved them at her like a caveman.
Get a grip.
One day had me all twisted up in anxiety, even though we’d already slept together, survived a winter storm together, and knew each other’s family bullshit. There was no reason I should be this nervous.
“These are gorgeous, Harrison!” She beamed at me before sniffing the flowers. “I love all the colors. My mom prefers red roses and says they’re more romantic, but I disagree. Colorful ones are happier.”
“They reminded me of you.” There, that made me sound smooth.
“Aw.” She kissed my cheek. “Let me put them in water. Thank you! I can’t remember the last time someone brought me flowers. I absolutely love them!”
