Page 78 of Tiny's Law

A sob catches in my throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Surely he didn’t just say those words to me.

Burying my face in his chest, he holds me to him as I continue to sob into his shirt. Why am I crying again? Jesus. The man of my dreams just told me he loves me, and what am I doing? Making a mess of his shirt while he’s probably regretting saying it.

After a few seconds, I take a breath and pull back to rest my chin against his chest, looking up into his smiling face. “Can you try that again? I promise not to cry this time.”

The corner of his mouth smirks up, he runs his fingers through my loose hair. Pressing the softest kiss to my lips, he runs his nose along mine. “I love you.”

I have a death grip on the sides of his shirt, anchoring me in place. “I love you so much, Nathan.”

“Why are you crying, babe?”

“Fuck if I know!” I cry out. “I guess I convinced myself that between Matt, Ben, and Evie, you’d grow to think the way they do and hate me. I’d lose you, and you’ve become so important to me.”

“Hey, have a little more faith in me than that, yeah?”

I nod, biting my lip. “I can try.”

Tiny is a very sexual man, and I would also consider myself a very sexual woman, but this Tiny is very sweet. Most of his kisses turn deep, passionate, and hungry. The kiss he gives me now is content and full of love. He makes no move to deepen it, and as soon as I try to deepen it, he pulls away.

“Do you really watch me?” I ask quietly, breaking the silence.

“Ahh,” he forces out a breath with a small chuckle. “Can we just skip over that and pretend we didn’t talk about it.”

My right brow rises, and he takes a step back, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Fine. Yes, I watch you. I don’t always watch you. If I think about you throughout the day, I just may glance over the office once or twice.”

“Hmm,” I smirk, knowing damn well he’s underselling how often he watches me.

“Does that bother you?”

I cross my arms over my chest, bringing my finger up to my chin, and tap it gently, pretending to think about it. “Actually, I was honestly thinking it was kinda hot. But I can’t promise it won’t freak me out now, knowing that you could be watching me at any point in the day. I mean, what if I have a wedgie and I’m trying to relieve myself in the privacy of my own office or something?”

Tiny throws his head back and lets out a belly laugh. “Babe, if it gives me a potential chance at seeing what underwear you’re wearing that day, pick away.”

I slap my hand against his chest and laugh with him. “I cannot believe you just said that.”

Wrapping me back in his arms, he presses another kiss to my head. “How’s your head? Or was that just an excuse? I didn’t know you get headaches.”

Resting the side of my face against his chest, I revel in the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me. This is my new favorite place to be. Even if my headache hadn’t gone away, I think being right here would make the pain just a little bit easier to bear.

“I’ve always gotten them, unfortunately. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten better at detecting them before they get too bad. I don’t get them as often as I used to since I started a new medication. But sometimes I have to take something extra.”

I moan as his fingers run through my hair, his expert fingers massaging my scalp on each pass. “You’ll show me where the medicine is and what else I can do to help when they come on?”

I smile and nod against his chest. This man is perfect. And I tell him so, I also spend the rest of the night showing him just how perfect I think he is.

Chapter 23

Kourtney

Kourtney: I can’t believe you’re making me go to this shindig by myself.

Tiny: It’s one night, babe. I’m sorry.

Kourtney: I barely know any of these people. I’ll feel weird by myself.

Tiny: It’ll give you a chance to get to know them better. If I was there, you’d be distracted. Besides, this is my family. I love you, so they will, too.

Butterflies erupt in my belly at his easy proclamation of his feelings for me.

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