“Easton…” I sigh.
“Fine.I’ll still share with him, but can I make nightly visits to your room?”
“We take this slow.”I put my hand on his chest, and he covers it with his own.
“I’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”
Isn’t that the thing with Easton?He flies in and out of things without fully thinking them through.But if this is going to work, I need to trust that he’s thinking that what’s between us is different.
Can we even go slow?
“So, we date.”I give him a firm nod.
“Dating.”He says the word as if it’s in another language and he’s getting used to the way it wraps around his tongue.
“Slow.”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with.”He releases my hand and wraps his arms around me, hugging me.
I run my palms along his sides, closing my eyes, relishing the feeling of his arms around me.
“I know you think I’m crazy and impatient and irrational, but I see this working between us.”
I lift my head and look up at him.He looks down, our eyes meeting.I know he means it.Easton doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean.This is something I’ve never felt before, but I’m not sure I can just let all the walls around me fall away that easily.
But for him, for Tanner, for us, I’ll try.
Because this is the first time I don’t want to run.I want to see what happens if I stay.
ChapterForty-Five
Easton
It’s the worst timing to start dating someone.I’ve gone months keeping Hadley an arm’s length away, and now that she’s mine, I’m on the road for the next seven days.
I knock on Hayes’s hotel room door since the four of us are going to dinner tonight.
Decker opens the door, eating a container of nuts.
“Raiding the mini bar?”I walk in, finding I’m the last to arrive, but Hayes isn’t in the room.“Where’s Haymaker?”
“In the shower.Problem at home.”Decker cringes.
Foster’s in the chair by the window, remote in his hand.“Deck man, pass me a bag of chips.”
Decker grabs one and tosses it to him.Foster catches it.
“What’s the problem?”
Hayes comes out of the bathroom in a towel.“The problem is that Lake thinks she’s too good to babysit her siblings.”His face is still red.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.”
Decker shakes his head, sitting in the chair opposite Foster, cracking open a can.
Hayes points at Foster and Decker.“You fuckers are paying for this shit.”
They dig out cash and toss it on the table with identical looks of,“There, are you satisfied?”
