Sighing, I push off the door frame and with one last look at my daughter, I shut her door slightly, leaving a little gap before going to the master where I carried her mama to four hours ago.
By the time we got to my farm, Aisling was awake and went straight to Simba and Coby with happiness, and well Jas, she was still out of it, though her phone kept blowing up fromJackass Hammack,seriously, that is what the name was under.
Doc answered, and all I heard was, ‘Jasmine quits,’ before he hung up, so I’m guessing that was her boss, though I still don’t know what she does.
Dirty never did his digging thanks to Doc and his bright ideas for me to speak to Jas.
I swallow as I walk into the master bedroom and see her still asleep in the middle of the bed, still wearing her knee-length light pink dress. The only other dress she owns, with the black one she wore for Granny’s funeral, whose ashes are downstairs on my mantelpiece because I knew she didn’t want the Williams’s to have them.
She wanted her granddaughter, who left without a word, to have them.
I run my eyes over her, my heart pounding as all the memories inside this room hit me, and for twenty minutes, I just watch her, allowing the happier times to float through me before she stirs, and my stomach tightens.
Damn, she’s going to kill me.
I watch closely as her brows scrunch and a groan escapes, which has my dick perking up, and slowly, Jas opens her eyes but winces before slowly sitting up. I swear I’m fucking entranced as she looks around the room, her eyes taking in all the things that she left here, her body trembling, her eyes wide.
She’s shocked I kept everything, and that just pisses me the fuck off. I got her name tattooed on my fucking arm for Christ's sake!
I tilt my head as her eyes come my way, like she can feel me looking at her but instead of locking eyes, hers travel down my body, and she sucks in a breath at my bare chest.
Good to know I still affect her.
“Welcome home, buttercup,” I say coldly, not willing to give her any warmth, and our eyes finally connect, hers full of rage.
Damn, the last time she was this pissed off with me, I accidentally set her coursework on fire, turning the stove on, completely forgetting I moved it off the counter to set it up for us.
It was also worth half her grade so the anger was warranted…
“You stuck a needle in my neck!” she accuses as she scrambles to stand up, but sways when she hits her feet, making me move without thinking.
I quickly wrap my arm around her waist and cup her cheek, forcing her to look at me, and I frown, looking into her eyes for any sign of side effects from that drug.
“Am I blurry to you, Jas?” I demand to know, doctor mode coming out, but she shoves me away and snaps, “You drugged me you jackass, what do you expect?!”
She looks around the room before demanding, “Where is our daughter?” Did my heart just flip atour? Yes, yes, it fucking did, but anger soon takes over when she growls, “Where is she, Logan? We’ve got to go home.”
“You are not going anywhere!” I snap, and she glares at me as she shoves her hair out of her face.
“She’s not safe here, Logan! You’re not safe with me here!” she shouts, and I snap, “Keep your fucking voice down, Ais is asleep!”
Okay, so that might have been the wrong thing to say.
Her face reddens before she shoves me hard but I don’t move pissing her off and she shoves me again, “Don’t tell me what to do!” another shove, “I didn’t break my own heart for you to bring me back here and my mother to destroy you, Logan, for yours to kill our daughter,” she shouts yet again, pissing me off, “I need to grab Aisling, we need to leave,” another shove, “Dammit, move out the way you big lump of psychopath!”
“You're not going fucking anywhere, Jasmine. I’ve already told you, this is your home,” I snap.
“You don’t even trust me!” she reminds me as she shoves me again.
“But it doesn’t mean I don’t fucking still love you!” I shout back, making her freeze, and my jaw ticks as her eyes lock with mine, shining full of disbelief.
I scoff and shake my head, but before I can turn away and storm outta the room as I plan, Jas throws herself at me. My arms automatically go around her waist on instinct as she cups my cheek and her lips slam against mine, and fucking fireworks blast behind my eyelids as sparks rush through me, and I melt with a groan, gripping her waist tighter as I lift her.
Jas wraps her legs around my waist, and I cup her jaw as I kiss her harder, deepening the kiss as I shove my tongue into her mouth and tangle it with hers, her taste instantly holding me.
Fuck me, I’m home.
I don’t think about the past, the hurt, the pain or the fact we’ll most likely regret this moment. Instead, I focus on her body pressed against mine, her lips molding mine bringing so much peace back to me. I melt as I guide us to the bed and slowly lower her back on the mattress, my body going over hers as our kiss gets quicker, dirtier…
