Page 121 of Unstoppable Love
“Okay.” His lips pressed to the top of my head. “Wanna talk about it?”
I didn’t, but it helped. So in the dark room, nestled in Cameron’s embrace, with the flickering lights of Denver beyond, I told him everything. I gave it to him, let him have it, and to Cameron’s credit, he didn’t tense, and he didn’t curse, and he didn’t get angry on my behalf.
He simply let me unload and was there to support me through it.
It was only one of the reasons why I loved him beyond reason.
When I was done, my hot chocolate cold, and the nightmare no more than an annoying memory I’d probably always carry, I leaned into Cameron and tilted my chin up to see his face.
“I love you,” I whispered and kissed his chin.
He tipped his chin down and grinned against my lips. “I love you, too. Always. Forever.”
I kissed him back, loving the way in moments like this, Cameron let me take the lead. At no other point in time did I want to be in charge, but on these nights, Cameron gave up his bossiness and followed, waiting until he knew exactly what I was ready for.
“Take me to bed,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let’s put this day to rest.”
In the dark, his eyes gleamed. “I can take you to bed, but I can’t guarantee rest.”
I slid off the couch and onto my feet, taking his hand in my hand. “Perfect.”
He shook his head. “No, Sunshine. That’s what you are.”
He crouched, his hands went to my backside, and then I was lifted, my thighs tightening around his hips as he carried me through his house. “Thank you for loving me so well.”
“Thank you for giving me the chance last summer to do so.”
God. Seven months—a spectacular seven months it’d been despite the hard times. Despite the way we both had our worlds shaken. But through the storms and the shaking and the trauma and the fights we still had in front of us, Cameron had been there.
My rock.
My anchor in the storm.
In a way, I had no doubt that he’d be that same sexy and bossy and stable and dependable man every day for the rest of our lives.
