Micah pulls back and his eyes are bright as he stares at Sin. His lips slightly swollen from the kiss.
He’s softer than I am, able to be gentle in a way my body isn’t built for.
I remember two of my dads—Gritt and Ostin—sitting me down when I started to notice that not every other kid had four dads who circled a single female like she was their sun.
“Once you find your mate, you’ll understand how you want nothing more than to make her happy. Your reason for being will click one day out of nowhere and you’ll know it’s them that causes everything else to make sense.”
All the years of frustration. Of never being able to connect with another person. Feeling like my body didn’t work right because it didn’t react in the way others did. It all slots into place.
I was waiting. For this moment. This connection.
For Sin.
And I’m not letting her go now that I’ve found her.
Chapter 19
Micah
It’s early in the evening and Sin and I are alone in the car where I’m driving her to the nearest town for our date.
After about half an hour wandering through the woods, we headed inside and Sin went back to working. And, as much as I wanted to follow behind her and continue comforting her, I could feel she needed the space.
Right now, my hands are sweating so badly, I have to keep wiping them on my pants.
Throughout the drive, I’ve had to grip the steering wheel with one hand, wipe my sweaty palms with the other hand, then repeat.
Not attractive at all, especially with Sin sitting in the passenger seat. Even though she’s trying to act like she hasn’t noticed I’ve turned into a sweaty mess.
Dammit, I’m nervous as hell. It’s been a long ass time since I took anyone out on a first date. Or any date.
“It’s pretty remote out here,” she says as the landscape flies by.
She’s not wrong. That’s one of the reasons we like to hide out here whenever we get a break in our schedules. There are no buildings, no people, just the winding road and the mountains in the distance.
My mouth is dry and on the forty-five minute drive, I’ve opened my mouth a bunch of times to say something, only to find barelymore than a croak comes out. It’s like all my cool flew right out the window as soon as we left the cabin.
“Do you guys own the cabin or is it just somewhere you guys rent when you need to get away for a bit?”
I swallow, grab my bottle of water and take a swig to wet my mouth, and then swallow again before I can manage a response. “It’s one of the properties we own.”
“One of them, huh? I probably should have guessed that much. Somehow, I keep forgetting who you all are.”
A smile tugs at my lips. That’s what I like about Sin. She doesn’t try to stroke our egos. I’d far rather have her genuine reaction than any of the fake or sycophantic ones we’re bombarded with most of the time.
“Yeah, we each have our own places in our favorite cities. But we also have a few houses dotted around, so we have somewhere to head back to whenever we need to.”
“Will you guys all head back to the same place after the tour is done?” she asks.
It’s a good question. If someone asked me a few weeks ago, the answer would have been straightforward. Typically, after a tour, no matter how long or intensive it is, we slink off back into separate corners of the world and hide out until we can bear each other’s company again. It doesn’t matter how much we love each other, spending months on end in each other’s pockets is a lot.
This time around, though practice has been going a lot smoother than usual. Living together is too. By this point normally, we’d have had at least one massive row. But we’re talking to each other, choosing to spend time together, even if it’s not every spare hour.
And I’m pretty sure the cause of that is about five and a half feet tall, with the softest brown eyes.
—That kind of makes it sound like I’m talking about a cow, which is... not great. I need to work on my mentalcompliments toward Sin. Maybe, eventually, they’ll progress into actual compliments, ones I can actually say out loud to her face.
“I always wanted to travel as a kid,” she says. “I’d collect all these travel magazines and spend hours scanning through them, like a total dope.” She shoots me a little grin.
