“Oh, baby, we need to get this fixed up.”
“Rude,” I mumble.
He chuckles, spinning me around by the hips and walking behind me toward my room.
“That’s okay, I can’t lie, it feels good knowing you were as much of a mess as I was.”
“I’m the worst,” I mumble.
“No, baby, you’re just in love.”
“With you,” I mumble. “What’s wrong with me?”
He chuckles and closes the bathroom door behind him. “You’ll probably be asking yourself that question for the rest of your life,” he mumbles into my neck.
I spin around and grab the waist of his jeans. His smile shines down on me, making my knees weak and my thighs clench.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He leans forward delicately, kissing me, and my heart bangs against my chest. I’ve never felt this light before. I’min love.
“I love you,” he says.
He leans around, flipping the shower on, and reaches for the edge of my t-shirt. I peer up at him and lift my arms. The shirt covers my eyes for a moment before he tosses it to the side and reaches for my sleep shorts, pushing them and my underwear down. He checks the water and grabs my hand, helping me into the tub.
“Are you not getting in with me?” I ask him.
He chuckles and tugs my chin forward. “I would love to, but while you shower, I’m going to make you something to eat. I could hear your stomach from outside.”
“Thank you,” I rasp.
“I love you, stubborn,” he says.
I blink, and he wipes a tear. “I love you, too.”
He stares at me for a second longer then leaves the bathroom.
I stand under the hot spray, thankful and still in disbelief. I thought I was going back to Colorado and had myself to blame.
When I finish taking a shower, I feel like a new woman.
I pad into the kitchen and find Cooper at the stove. He spins around, plopping a grilled cheese on a plate.
“Hey, baby, here you go,” he says, pushing the plate across the counter.
“Thank you,” I say before shoving half of it in my face. He smiles watching me eat while he eats his own.
The air crackles between us.Our chemistry is difficult to ignore — always has been.
I take a sip of water, washing the rest of my food down while he watches me, already finished with his.
Admittedly, I want to jump his bones. But I am also aware of the fact we need to talk about a lot, like how this is all going to work. I don’t know how this will affect my parents, but I don’t want to wait around to get married. If we could go to the courthouse tomorrow, I would. But I want my family here, so that might have to be tabled for a week.
What am I going to do about my job? What about the flower shop? It’sbarelymaking money. I can’t rely on that. Especially with more than my mouth to feed.Yet … I’m not panicked. It’s oddly exciting, granted overwhelming, but we’re a team. We can figure this out.
“I can see your wheels turning and all the questions in your eyes. But I desperately want to take you to bed and enjoyusfor a minute.”
I smile and hop down from my stool. “Just a minute? Surely you can do better than that.”
