And then his eyes find me.
And everything else fades.
Just like it always does.
That look?
That look still hits me like a punch to the chest.
Possessive.
Certain.
Soft in a way only I get to see.
Mine.
I smile.
Slow.
Full.
Happy in a way that feels deep down in my bones.
He makes his way over, the guys peeling off toward the bar as he comes straight to me like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his hand settling at the back of my neck, fingers brushing my skin in that way that still makes my heart race.
“Hey yourself,” I reply, tilting my face up to his.
He leans down.
Presses a kiss to my lips.
Not rushed.
Not frantic.
Just… there.
Steady.
Certain.
Home.
“You behave while I was gone?” he asks, one brow lifting slightly.
I grin. “Always.”
Bit snorts into her drink.
“Liar,” she mutters.
Benji’s lips twitch.
“I’ll get the truth outta you later,” he says under his breath, just for me.
