“So, Harlow says we’re really cute together, and she loves how protective you are of me,” I related from where I sat astride my guy on my bed.
Activities that happy Saturday were such that I’d switched out shirts and was now in his army tee (no panties) and Knox was wearing nothing but the sheet to his waist and his sling.
Jacques was curled at my knee that was flush with Knox’s ribs, so Knox could pet both of us, and Jacques could snooze.
I had my phone, and I was going through the bevy of texts I got after all that went down that morning, along with some that came in the afternoon.
“Ditto with Jessie, though she focused more on the protection thing and apologized about giving me too much space,” I carried on. I went out of Jessie’s text and into some others. “On another note, apparently, Alexis has asked Martha to give her away, Bill and Zach are pouting because they wanted to do it, and Joey wants to know where you work out.”
Knox chuckled.
I tossed my phone aside, and being careful with his shoulder, and my dog (pooches needed uninterrupted naps, says me), I bent toward him and declared, “This being out and proud business is the bomb.”
“Yeah, it is,” Knox said through a smile.
“Who knew?” I asked. “I thought it’d be annoying.”
“Babe?” he called, even though I was right in his face.
“What?” I answered, even though I was right in his face.
He stopped petting Jacques to tug on his tee I was wearing.
Here we go.
“Knox,” I said shakily.
The jig, of course, was up, case in point, me straddling him, with him being naked in my bed.
But I knew that took it to a new level.
“You never let me go,” he whispered.
I pressed my lips together…hard.
He watched me do that then noted, “You gotta know that means everything to me.”
Okay, this was us?
Not a question.
This was us.
Honesty. Putting it out there. With our friends. With each other.
I needed to do this, no matter how vulnerable it made me feel.
“That two weeks was the best two weeks of my life.”
He grunted, and proving he didn’t get the memo of uninterrupted pup naps, rolled, Jacques woke and scurried away, and Knox was on top of me.
“Knox, your?—”
He framed my face with his two big hands, and I shut up about his injuries.
“Hear me, Luna, when I repeat that means everything to me,” he growled.
Oo.
