“I’m not leaving.”
“I don’t want you to.” My thumb rubs over his large hand.
Ever.
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FUCK, MY HEART is beating so hard.
My eyes roam her face looking for answers, but all she’s doing is smiling at me.
“This is it. Forever. I’m a possessive man.”
“Really, you should have warned me.” Brook teases.
I lean down, my hand palming the sheets beside her.
“I want you to move in. Bring the damn cat. Bring everything. I’m going to marry you.”
Her cheeks heat.
“That better not be your proposal.” She smiles, and I feel a million times more confident.
I brush the hair from her face. “Please, I took you to Switzerland for date number three.”
“Thought they weren’t dates?” Brook grins.
“They were dates. They were always fucking dates, and you know it.” I lower my mouth to hers, and this time our kiss is soft and full of so much promise.
“I don’t know you. I hate that I don’t know you. But we are fixing that. Talking. Sex. But also talking.” I grumble. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I do. And it’s real.”
She slides her fingers through my short dark hair.
“You know me. And”—she shrugs—“if you don’t, you can always give me back.”
I let out a growl.
“No returns.”
“I haven’t said yes yet.” She laughs.
“You will.” Then I slam my mouth down much harder to let her know I mean all of it.
When we part, our breaths a little shorter, Brook rubs her thumb over my cheek. “I am falling in love with you too, Trav. I’m not just saying it. I felt it in the Alps.”
I smile.
Like big-teeth, grinning-like-an-idiot, smile.
“Yeah?”
She nods.
“Fuck, how long until we can have sex?” I glance around, needing a doctor immediately.
