Page 63 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

“Oh, baby. Baby, no, nothing could have changed that.”

Nothing can change that.

I press my face to his cheek. “And I’m sure your mother would have done everything in her power to take care of you if she was still alive. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

Trevor’s arms shift around me, embracing me.

And we remain like that for a long time.

I know he needs it and in some ways, I need it too. But the longer he holds me, the more anxious I feel.

He was strong enough to pour his heart out to me, to share something deep under the surface.

I should repay him in kind. But I can’t.

Mine feels bigger. Worse. If anything, I think he might be hurt I’ve kept something so big from him for so long.

Trevor’s hands widen on my back as if trying to hold as much as me as possible. “I love you, Iris. I still love you.”

My heart lodges in my throat.

Did I hear him right?

“I didn’t stop.”

I didn’t either.

I want to say it back. I should say it back. But I can’t.

I’m too scared.

What if I commit to him all over again, and I hurt him. What if I commit to him again and pull the rug out from under himagain?

I did it once. I’m capable of hurting him. Massively so.

Trevor waits for a few beats. For me to say it, I just know it.

But the words won’t come out.

Instead, I say, “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” I wick his tears away with my thumbs. “No more of that, baby.”

Trevor smiles, though tears continue to fall. “I’m just sorry. I’m so sorry I did this to us.”

“I’m sorry I did this to us too.” I dig my fingers into his hair, pull his mouth to mine and kiss him.

One kiss turns into two turns into ten.

Our clothing falls to the floor, bodies press against one another, and we tumble into bed together. Our bed, full of memories and imprints of us.

It’s not complicated, our bodies coming together.

We lay side by side and Trevor slides inside, my leg looped around his hip.

Neither of us says a thing. Just breaths and moans.

His cock strokes into me over and over, arms wrapped around me like a life jacket I need to survive.

“I need you,” I breathe. That’s as close to “love” as I can say.

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