In the promise to carry each other's pieces without judgment, or his willingness to show up and remind me that he wants me as I am. That he sees me and chooses me anyway.
Maybe it was this exact moment.
But it happened, and for once, I’m not afraid.
“Come here,” he demands softly, hand held between us. “Let me show you what being mine feels like, Georgia Walker.”
Wiping my tears on my shoulder with a sniffle, I take his hand and barely resist the urge to dive onto him and never let go.
Instead, I let him lead me to his side, careful not to knock anything over. Kade tugs a blanket over me and fluffs a pillow behind my back so I can lean against the cab.
“You did so much. I’m blown away,” I say, voice raw and shaking. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”
“It was easy,” he says simply, tipping his shoulder. “Know the things you love and made it happen.”
And somehow, he finds a way to make me swoon harder.
He gives me a worried look. “You’re not a vegan, right?”
Giggling, I shake my head. “No. Luckily it’s only gluten I avoid. And seafood, but it’s preference, not allergy.”
He nods, dragging the board closer. “Everything here is gluten-free. I checked, and double-checked, but I also brought the packages just in case you wanted to—”
“I believe you,” I interrupt, smiling softly at him. “I trust you, sunshine.”
His cheeks turn pink again, and the sight makes me warm and fuzzy all over.
“Nickname used to piss me off,” he mutters, cracking the cap off one of the bottles.
I scoff. “Like darlin’?”
“You never hated that name,darlin’.” Kade laughs, passing me the drink, which I note is sparkling, gluten-free cider.
Everything in me melts all over.
Taking a sip, I watch him assemble some cheese and meat on a cracker then drizzle honey over the top like he’s done this a thousand times. I expect him to shove it in his mouth like most men would, but Kade isn't like most men.
He’s… he’smy man.
And in my man’s true fashion, he brings it to my mouth with an expectant look. “Eat.”
Rolling my eyes, I open my mouth and accept the demanded snack. The flavors burst on my tongue, and I cover my lips, chewing and moaning in bliss.
His eyes heat, and he’s quick to make me another. “Could listen to that sound all fuckin’ night.”
Swallowing with a grin, I shake my head. “You need to eat, too.”
“But I don’t moan when I eat,” he says, practically pouting.
I bite my lip and my core tightens. “You sure about that? Pretty sure you moaned when you ateme.”
Kade’s head falls back with a breathy groan that goes right to my clit. “Christ, woman. I’m tryin’ to be good here. Let me feed you before you go seducing me.”
“Then feed me fast, because I’m starving,” I whisper, voice shaking, body on fire. Our eyes meet and his throat bobs. “And it’s not for food.”
Tension, hot and aching and needy, burns between us.“Fever” by Peggy Lee—spills through his phone speaker, the crooning seduction of it wrapping the night around us.
Kade’s jaw ticks. His knuckles flex as he sets down the honey jar, fingers shaking just slightly.
