Graham just laughs because he is not as possessive as his best friend. Demitri grabs Nyx’s face before lowering his down to take her lips in an all-consuming kiss. Grabbing my dark charcoal pea coat out of the coat closet, I say my goodbyes and open the door.
Stopping at my truck, I lean in to start it, making sure to switch on Kyra’s seat heat. It’s the little things. I can’t have my girl getting in my truck and being cold. Walking around the side of the garage and heading over to the front door of the guest house. Taking just a moment to take a deep breath, I straighten my coat before knocking three times.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
“Come in.” I hear Kyra call from the other side of the door.
Giving the security system my fingerprint, I allow the door to unlock before stepping inside the warmth. Kyra has taken the time to put a few little touches of herself in the space. A large blue blanket is draped over the back of the couch. It appears that one side of the blanket is a super-soft, white, sherpa material, while the blue side includes a large Lion’s logo. She has candleslittered throughout the space. None of them is currently lit since she was getting ready to leave, but I can imagine how cozy the space would feel with them burning.
“Hey, sorry, just finishing up,” Kyra calls from the bathroom. I walk over to the door to see her putting on just a dab of pink gloss on her plush lips. Her beauty takes my breath away on a normal day, even when I see her sweaty from a workout with Aly, but right now, I am pretty sure if I tried to breathe, I couldn’t.
“Holy Fuck.” These are the only words my brain can come up with at the moment.
“What? You don’t like it?” The panic is written all over her beautiful face.
I sweep her into my arms and plant a huge kiss on her lips, not caring that I will leave the house with her gloss on my face. Putting every ounce of awe I am feeling into this kiss in hopes of making her brain short-circuit just like mine just did.
“Hey.” She pulls away from my kiss with an awe-struck look on her face. “You are going to mess up my make-up, and we haven’t even left yet.” She laughs while turning to look in the mirror. Needing to dab the corners of her mouth where I smeared her gloss.
“Oh, we don’t need to leave. We can stay right here, Sunflower.” Leaning down to nuzzle into her neck, peppering the space between her ear and shoulder with kisses.
Her black dress hangs off the sides of her shoulders, allowing just her collar bones to peek out. I can see all the workouts she has been doing with Aly have been helping not only her mental health. The dress comes down between her luscious breasts with what appears to be lace, but with a flesh-toned material under the lace, so nothing is actually showing. Well, other than the cleavage, I would love nothing more than to bury my face in.
“Nope, no way, big guy.” She smiles at me in the mirror. “You promised me a date. I want to see what the great Callum Hutchinson has to offer a girl.”
Kyra pulls out of my grasp and walks towards her bedroom to grab her jacket. She walks out of the room, buttoning her black dress coat, and wraps a brightly colored scarf around her neck. Thank goodness she had covered up some of her skin, not because I think a woman should cover up, but because there was a good chance I wasn’t letting us leave this house if she hadn’t.
She leans over to zip up her black boots. The material comes up to just below her knee, helping to shelter some of her legs from the cold. Under the dress Kyra has on what look to be cable-knit tights in a dark grey material. Hopefully, she will be warm enough in this outfit. I send up a quick thank you to myself for warming the truck up for her before we left.
We walk out of the guest house, and Kyra turns around to secure the door. When she turns back around, she finds me with my arm sticking out slightly, offering it to her. Looping her arm through mine, I escort her to my truck. Standing outside the door, I open her door and help her climb in. After closing her door, I turn around and take a deep breath before I walk to the driver's side.
Let’s do this, Cal.
CHAPTER 25
KYRA
Oh. My. God. When Cal stood in the doorway of the bathroom, I thought I had swallowed my tongue. He looked so perfect. A bright blue button-down shirt made his blue eyes appear to be glowing. The jacket, don’t even get me started about the jacket. Cal was just missing the hat and suspenders, and he looked like he could have been an extra in Peaky Blinders. That kiss could have, very easily, melted my panties off if I had allowed it to continue for more than the second I did.
The truck is nice and toasty when I climb in, just the way I like it. He even turned the seat heat on for my side. I am not kidding when I say that the seat heaters are probably one of the best things to happen to cars in today’s day and age. Nothing better than being able to warm up.
“Here, babe,” Cal hands his phone over to me while he buckles his seat belt. “Turn on any playlist that you want. Or feel free to create your own.”
“Anything?” I know I have an evil grin on my face. Do I test what he allows me to listen to while he is driving? Fuck it.
Instead of plugging his phone into the truck, I decide to use my own phone. Pulling up my “Main Character Vibes” playlistin my spotify, I just hit play. This list is full of songs that make me feel like the main character from a book. Usually, some sort of Romantasy novel, where the FMC is a badass. A fun pop song comes on, and I turn my head to watch his reaction. As soon as Cal realizes the music couldn’t be coming out of his phone, he just smiles and shakes his head with a laugh.
“So, are you going to tell me where we are going?” I ask, I am not one for surprises usually, but I am allowing this one, even though it is killing me.
“Nope.” He pops the “p,” and he continues to drive us back into the city.
After a couple of songs, Callum starts to sing along with the songs he knows. There may be quite a few Taylor Swift songs he knows just as well as I do. I wouldn’t call myself a Swiftie by any means, but I do normally jam along to her songs. The drive just seems to fly by, us both just so comfortable in each other’s presence. Thirty minutes or so later, we are pulling up to a parking garage in the heart of downtown Detroit.
“It’s going to be a little bit of a walk. Is that going to be okay? Or would you rather I do valet?” Cal asks as we are pulling into the garage.
