“See that you are.”
He turns to me, grimacing. “I’m going to kill Paint.”
Hiding my disappointment, I place my hand on his face. “It’s okay, you warned me it would have to be quick.”
“I fuckin’ love you, Bron.”
My eyes open wide. He’d told me he’d claimed me. Told me I was his ol’ lady, but somehow, I never thought I’d hear those words from him. But it’s easy for me to respond. The realisation had hit me last night. “I love you too.”
“I’ve gotta go.” It doesn’t look like he wants to.
I prod him with my finger. “Go.”
He grins. “Yes, ma’am.”
As he starts to get dressed, he takes the time to find my clothes and passes them to me, while asking, “Could you do me a favour? I’ve got a duffle bag in the bottom of the closet, could you pack up my shit to take to the house?”
Now that is something I can do.
