Page 120 of How to Love a Rockstar

“I meant…” I trail off. She knows what I meant. How I expected her to pawn the ring off when we were hurting for money after Dad left.

“Some things are worth sacrificing for.”

“They are.” All those high school activities I missed out on to ensure my sisters were enjoying their teenage years were totally worth it.

“Virginia is lovely.”

I can’t help a smile from spreading over my face. “She’s my everything.”

“I’m glad.” A tear slips from her eye and I wipe it away.

“Don’t be sad.”

“I’m not sad. I’m happy. I’m proud I raised a son who knows the value of a good woman when she’s standing in front of him.”

I grasp her shoulders. “I do.”

She slaps my chest. “Not me, silly. Your Virginia.”

“I can know the value of more than one good woman in my life.”

“You’re a good man, Dylan.”

My chest swells at her words. “Thanks to you, Mom. Thanks to you.”

The door flies open and Noah and Elijah rush inside. “Uncle Dylan, I want the top bunk. I’m the oldest I should have the top bunk,” Noah shouts.

“But I called dibs,” Elijah says.

Ginny rushes in behind them. “I’m sorry. I was trying to let you have a moment with your mom.”

“No need, my dear,” Mom says as she herds the boys toward the door. “Show me this room with bunk beds.”

“Is everything okay?” Ginny asks once we’re alone again.

“Everything’s perfect.”

“You sure? Your mom had tears in her eyes.”

I draw her into my arms. “She says they were happy tears.”

Ginny blows out a breath. “Good. I want your family to enjoy it here. I want them to visit often.”

I’m glad since I want the same things. “And you want them to like you.”

She shrugs. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting your family to like me.”

“No, there isn’t, my love.” Her arms tighten around me. They always do when I call her my love, which is why I do it as often as I can. “Are you happy, my love?”

She leans back to meet my gaze. “I’m so happy, I’m scared.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “There’s nothing to be scared of. I’ll always be there to catch you if you fall.”

“I know.”

I can’t resist the lure of her lips. I want her taste of sunshine and summer days in my mouth. I want to breathe in her honey scent.

She sighs the moment our lips touch and I press my tongue into her mouth. I stroke my tongue against hers until her fingernails bite into my shoulders. I growl and draw her closer. Until her breasts strain against my chest.

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