“It’s a nice feeling.”I sigh as I sit up and grab my clothes.
The windows are still fogged by the time we’re dressed and ready to hit the road again.Kian rolls down the window, and I shiver at the cold air.The windows clear a minute later, and he reaches for me, dragging me behind the wheel and onto his lap.
We drive home that way, both of us quiet but happy.When I park outside my place, I don’t even bother asking him if he’s coming inside.I just turn the truck off, pass him the keys, then take his hand as I climb out and head up to the front door.
I’m not done with Kian yet.In fact, if I have my way, neither of us will sleep much tonight.
EIGHT
Kian
Wakingup with Larsen tangled in my arms is easily the best fucking part of my day.Maybe my life.
She’s warm and soft against my chest, her hair a tangled mess across her pillow, her lips slightly swollen from everything we did last night.
And Jesus Christ, I could happily spend the rest of my damn life waking up like this.
I lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead because I can’t seem to keep my hands or lips off of this girl.
Larsen stirs, letting out the sleepiest little sigh, and my chest tightens in that strange, unfamiliar way that keeps happening whenever I look at her.
Mine.
That word still hits me like a freight train.
My hand slides slowly along her back, tracing lazy circles.
Larsen hums softly before blinking up at me.“Morning,” she mumbles.
I grin.“Best one I’ve had in a while.”
Her cheeks turn pink instantly.Fuck, she’s cute.
I lean down and kiss her slowly and softly, nothing like last night’s frantic heat.This one is warm, lazy, indulgent.The kind of kiss that makes you want to stay in bed forever.
“What time is it?”Larsen asks.
I turn to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table.“Almost seven thirty.”
She groans as she sits up in bed.“I’ve got to get ready for work.”
“I’ll make us some breakfast.”
She nods as she hurries into the shower.
I gather my clothes from last night and get dressed.Then I head into the kitchen and make us breakfast burritos.I hear the water turn on in the bathroom and smile at how domestic this all feels.
I never thought I’d have a life like this.I never thought I’d want it.I was happy traveling and being alone.Now, I can’t imagine going a day without seeing and talking to Larsen.
I brew us some coffee as the shower turns off, and a few minutes later, Larsen appears in black pants and an emerald green sweater, with slightly damp hair.
“Smells good!”she says as I pass her a cup of coffee.
“I don’t know about that.”I pass her a breakfast burrito.“I tried my best.Usually, I can make eggs.”
“It looks great.”She smiles as she takes a bite of the burrito.Nodding with approval, she takes another bite.
I smile proudly as I watch her.I like that I can provide for her and take care of her.
