She turns to me. "I’ll meet you at the car while you grab your jacket."
I step behind the couch, wrapping my arms around Dad’s shoulders from behind and pressing a quick kiss to the side of his face. "I love you, Daddy."
"Love you too, Geneva," he says warmly, then turns to Antony. "Guess you and I are having a guys' night."
I don’t even try to hide my laughter. The look on Antony’s face is pure misery. Serves him right.
I grab my jacket and rush outside, practically vibrating with adrenaline as I slip into the passenger seat of Melly’s car.
"So," she says as she starts the engine, giving me a knowing glance. "Where am I taking you?"
I smirk. "Remember the guys from the Poconos?"
She raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Well, they just so happen to play hockey for my dad," I say, buckling my seatbelt. "That’s where I’m going."
Melly’s jaw drops. "Oh shit." She lets out a laugh. "I need all the details."
I grin. "Oh, don’t worry. You’ll get them." And with that, we peel away from the house, my heart racing with anticipation.
Chapter 21
Carter
The knock on thedoor sends a rush of anticipation through me.
I stand, moving quickly across the room. Another knock and I take a deep breath, calming myself. I don’t have to look through the peephole to know who it is.
It could be anyone, but I’m expecting her and my gut says it’s my pixie.
But when I pull the door open, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Ginny standing there, a teasing smile playing on her lips, her eyes glinting with something intoxicating.
I lean against the doorframe, unable to hide my grin. "I don't know what changed your mind, but I'm not about to question it."
Before she can respond, I take hold of her hand, tugging her inside with just enough force to make her stumble into me. I shut the door behind us with a quiet thud, sealing us in, confining her safely with me. Then, without hesitation, I cup the back of her neck and crush my lips to hers.
The kiss is desperate, deep, and hungry. She fists the front of my shirt, pulling me closer, pressing our bodies together. Theair between us crackles with tension, with need. By the time we finally pull apart, we’re both a panting mess. We stand there for a minute, foreheads touching, breathing each other in like we can’t get enough.
"It took one dinner with my dad and Antony to know this is where I wanted to be," she murmurs, her voice breathless but firm.
It was a fucking turn on.
I smirk, brushing my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. "Smart choice."
Taking hold of her hand, I lead her further into the living room, and we sink onto the couch, the cushions molding to our bodies. Ginny drops her bag to the floor beside her, then shrugs off her jacket, tossing it onto the chair.
Ginny being here in mine and Chase’s home feels right. Like something that should’ve happened a long time ago. But even now, something is missing. Blake and Chase need to work out their shit so they can be here with us. Just like we were in the Poconos. Only then will the world be right.
"How did it go today?" she asks, pulling her legs up and angling her body toward me, her fingers lazily tracing circles on my forearm. "Did everything go off as planned? Are Blake and Chase on the road to repairing their relationship?"
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "It went well. They were pissed, but I can handle that. I checked in on the nanny cam earlier and saw Blake pacing. Chase was out of the camera view, so who knows what the hell he was doing. But honestly, I can’t thank Henley enough for not angling it toward the air mattress. I have zero interest in seeing those two making out."
Ginny lets out a laugh that’s so light and addictive, the sound alone has me craving her. "Speak for yourself. I wouldn’t mind seeing that."
I groan, shaking my head as she giggles, her fingers still caressing my skin. The warmth of her touch seeps into me, unraveling something deep inside. I lean in again, brushing my lips against hers, teasing, tasting. She sighs, tilting her head and parting her lips to give me more access.
Our kiss starts softly, but quickly heats up. While one of my hands roams her body, the other cups her face, moving upward as my fingers thread through her hair, our bodies pressing closer until there’s no space left between us.
