Callie blinks.
“Pants-down?”
“Unfortunately.”
Her eyes widen. “Drew.”
“Yes.”
“Please tell me?—”
“Yes, Callie. Everywhere.”
Even though Violet tries to hold in her laughter, when Callie begins laughing, she loses the battle.
I join in.
And damn, it feels good.
Callie finally regains enough composure to speak. “If the two of you ever have a son, please don’t let him join the Boy Scouts.”
I glance up at Drew. He’s smiling down at me with a warm look that melts my insides.
“Hopefully, our kids will take after their mother.” His eyes never leave mine. “When we have them. Someday.”
I blink at him, overwrought.
He means it.
He does want me.
He wants a family. With me.
Callie’s hand squeezes my shoulder. “That’s your person, Violet.”
She’s right.
I’ve always wanted to be loved instead of used. To give what I never received.
Drew’s fingers dig into my hip.
“I’ll give you all the love I have.” He grabs my hand, pressing it to his lips. “I’ll give you everything I can.”
I smile, aching at the look in his eyes.
“Right now,” I say. “I just want you.”
And I mean that with every fiber of my being.
I barely rememberthe drive to his house.
But when he squeezes my hand and opens the front door, I’m an emotional wreck all over again.
“No one sees me like this,” I say as I step inside. “I don’t lose control.”
He shuts the door and locks it, dropping my suitcase and duffle he helped me pack before pulling me into his arms. “I’m glad I’m seeing you like this.”
I look up at him, surprised.
