I smiled against her skin.“I meant your shoulder.”
She blinked, then leaned back, looking down at it like she’d forgotten it existed.“I have a shoulder?”she laughed.
I huffed out a low chuckle and kissed her again, slow this time, and softer.
She melted into it anyway.“Our dinner is cold,” she murmured.
“We can heat it up,” I said.
“After we shower?”
I smirked.“I like the way you think.”
I helped her down carefully, steadying her before letting go.
Then I followed her toward the bathroom, my eyes dragging over her like I couldn’t help it.
Didn’t want to.
The shower turned on, and steam filled the room.
She stepped in, then looked back at me.She reached for me again, and I didn’t hesitate.
Not this time.
Not ever again.
Chapter Seventeen
Britta
I felt different.
Not in a dramatic, the-world-shifted-on-its-axis kind of way.Just… different.
Like something inside me had clicked into place overnight, and now everything felt just a little more solid.A little more certain.
Even with everything going on.Even with The Ledger and the bar and my brother being… well, my brother.
There was still something steady sitting in my chest.
And his name was Swift.
I leaned over the counter, carefully pouring the foam onto my coffee, watching it swirl into something that looked way fancier than it had any right to be.
My shoulder twinged slightly, but not enough to stop me.
The doctor had been right.
I was healing.
Fast.
Which meant I could get back to my life.
Or at least try to.
I grabbed Swift’s mug next, pouring his black coffee the way he liked it: simple, no nonsense, just like him.
