“Addie will be living here,” Damien says, sounding sad about it. “And I’ll be doing the travelling to her. I don’t like that she’s always travelling alone. She needs to be here, safe, with at least two of her Alphas and her best friend. It’s not going to be easy, but we'll make it work.”
“For Addie,” Carson says.
“For Addie,” I mimic.
We end up getting some sleep before waking up later that morning.
“Good morning.” Addie’s sleepy voice has me smiling.
“Morning, Sweet Girl. How do you feel?”
“Sore.” She stretches out like a cat. “But a good sore.” She blinks her eyes open and looks around.
“Where’s Carson and Damien?”
“Downstairs making breakfast.” I brush her hair out of her face, letting my hand linger as I can’t help but admire my girl. I love her so damn much.
“Addie, baby,” I murmur.
“Yeah.”
“I love you.”
Her face lights up, and it takes my breath away. “I love you, too.” My heart starts to pound as a stupid grin takes over my face. I kiss her passionately, but it’s interrupted by her stomach growling.
We both laugh. “Let’s go get you fed, huh?”
She bites her lip and nods.
I help her to her feet, her legs a little shaky. Finding her robe, I put it on her.
When we get to the kitchen, we’re met with a full feast.
“There’s my girl.” Damien grins. “Look at you,” he chuckles, eyes lighting up.
“What?” She asks. “What’s wrong with me?” She pats down her hair and groans. “Oh god, I must look like a mess. Let me go take care of this.”
“Not so fast.” Damien grabs her by her arm, pulling her to his chest. “I think you look sexy.”
“I think you need glasses.” She smiles up at me.
“I love how you look. Any time, any day.”
“Yeah?” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around his neck. “What else do you love?”
“You.” He smiles. “I love you, Addie. The one and only girl I’ve ever loved. Or should I say, PastelPrincess.”
She giggles, leaning up onto her tiptoes. “I love you, too.”
They kiss until the room smells like her perfume.
“Hey.” Carson pouts. “What about me?”
Addie laughs, pulling away from Damien. She goes over to where he’s sitting and straddles his lap. “What about you? Got something to say, hot stuff?”
“Damn right I do,” he growls, grabbing her ass. “I fucking love you, Little One.”
“I love you, too.”
