“God, Roxie,” The words leave his mouth softly and he shakes his head before looking down at me and smiling brightly. “I was going to say it first.”
“Beat you to it,” I chuckle through tears with a bratty smirk. He grins, nodding before he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him.
“I love you too, baby. So much. So fucking much.”
“I really, really don’t want to go. I’d much rather hold you rather than some dude’s leg,” Ty says softly, turning back to face me. I feel like we’re war-torn lovers and he’s had 12 hours of R&R before he has to ship back out as we embrace. He looks at me longingly, his eyes soft and open.
I like seeing him like this. Open, honest, yearning.
It’s my new favorite look, right after his soul being sucked out of his dick by my mouth.
“You’re telling me you don’t want to straddle some guy’s leg while you finish working on his thigh tattoo? Come on, babe, that sounds like a good time,” I smirk, squeezing his biceps and letting myself fall into him a little more. Ty growls, sliding one of his big hands down to cover my ass and giving me a spank.
“Careful, baby,” he growls against my lips, looking down his nose at me with a heat in his eyes. “I don’t take well to you thinking about anyone else like that.”
I love getting him all riled up.
It’s so easy when he’s jealous and possessive.
I hum and smile softly, setting my hand over his chest.
“Don’t you worry,Daddy, you know I only have eyes for you.”
“That’s better,” he teases, leaning in to kiss me. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say with an incandescently happy smile.
Ty moves his hands to my face, just holding me like I’m something precious before exhaling quickly through his nose.
“I have to go.”
“I know you do.”
“I’ll be back in five hours.”
“I’ll be here.”
“You promise? Promise me, Roxie.”
“I promise,” I say seriously, covering his hands with mine. Ty nods, his dark eyes full of the need to stay with me. With a groan and a growl, Ty rips himself from my hold and leaves without looking back.
But I know he didn’t look back because he was just one moment away from saying fuck it and staying with me.
Which I would have very gladly been okay with and more than likely had shown himexactly how much. But no, he has to go and be a responsible adult.
It’s bullshit.
And responsible. Fuck.
I close the door softly behind him, resting my back against it. The exhaustion of the day catching up with me.
‘The couch is looking mighty comfy,’I think, raising my eyebrows and making my way over to the worn-in cushions. There’s no way I’m making it to Ty’s room right now. Besides, if I nap out here, I’ll get to see him the moment he comes home.
With that thought comforting me, I curl into the random throw pillow and close my eyes, feeling safe and relaxed for the first time in a long, long, fucking time.
Knock, knock, knock.
I’m pulled from sleep with the knocks on the door. Did I lock the door? I can’t really remember.
