This is mine.
This life.
These two.
Mine.
“Again!” Harper demands immediately.
“Again later,” I say, setting her back on her feet, and she darts off without argument, already halfway down the hall.
“Don’t look!” she calls.
“I’m always lookin’,” I mutter under my breath.
But my attention shifts back to Dani before she’s even out of sight.
She’s still standing close, her breath coming quick and uneven from laughter, her cheeks flushed, her hair falling loose around her face where it slipped free.
My hand finds her waist, pulling her back into me, and she comes easily, like she always does now.
“You’re a terrible influence,” I murmur, brushing my mouth near her temple.
She huffs a quiet laugh. “You love it.”
“Yeah,” I admit, because I do.
More than I ever thought I would.
I guide her back into the closet, the door still half open. Light spills in just enough to catch the way she’s looking at me before my lips crash into hers.
Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt like she needs to anchor herself, and I let my forehead rest against hers when I pull back.
“Think she’s gonna find a better spot this time?” she whispers.
“Not a chance.”
She smiles.
And I feel it—
A small, unmistakable movement beneath my palm.
I freeze.
My breath catches.
“Did you feel that?” I start, my voice quieter than I mean it to be.
Dani smiles, softer now. “Yeah.”
Another small kick presses into my hand.
Real.
There.
Ours.
