Page 97 of Broken Warrior
A playful sense of humor.
A more relaxed—but still on guard—demeanor.
Optimism and hope, long term goals in addition to short term ones.
A giant dick.
I snort at that just as Fin dips his head to kiss me again, pulling back briefly to frown down at me. “What?”
“Nothing.” I giggle.
“No, that snort wasn’t nothing. I know that snort.”
I roll my eyes. “I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“You.”
“Me in what way?”
Fin’s frown deepens and I laugh. “A good way. Like always.”
“And that was funny?”
I shrug and lift a hand to his cheek, brushing my thumb over the stubble there. “No, not all of it. I was thinking about how we were when we first met, how we are now, and how amazing it’s been getting to know each other and just be together the way we have. That’s all.”
“Bullshit.”
Now I’m frowning. “That’s really what I was thinking.”
“Ok, maybe, but it’s notallyou were thinking since none of that warrants a snort.”
“Now who’s being ridiculous?” Another roll of my eyes. “If you really must know, I was thinking about how I’ve seen so many things about you that I never expected to see and—”
“Ah.” Fin nods as he finally smiles. “Made you think about my dick, didn’t it?”
Giggling, I nod.
“You might have a dirtier mind than I do,m’eudail.”
“I don’t think that’s possible, Finlay MacAllister. I can count on my fingers the number of times we’ve had sex and you’re already hinting at butt stuff.”
My beautiful boyfriend barks out a laugh but quickly tries to stifle it. “I won’t deny it. You are a very open minded woman, Tate, and that gets the wheels turning. And you have an ass I fantasize about more often than you realize.”
“You’re cute when you’re ridiculous.”
“I think you meanadorable. I’m adorable when I’m ridiculous.” Fin kisses me one more time, looks my naked body up and down, then shakes his head, bites his lip and rolls out of bed. “Or so I’ve been told.”
With a sigh, I watch my extremely nude boyfriend walk to the bathroom.
I love him so much.
More than I thought I could love someone like this.
Loving James is different and it was instinctual. The second I saw his bald little head and scrunchy red face, I was head over heels for my baby boy. I loved him before that, but seeing him covered in gunk, screaming his lungs out and flailing those little arms and legs made me fall so hard for my son.
And Dori? Loving my sister was almost as natural.
