Page 74 of There Are No Words

I groaned and blew bubbles, slouching as I leaned beside her. “More or less. And I want to. I want to be all in. I want to be with Brady.”

“But you’re afraid?” Bianca asked, and I nodded.

“How did you do it? How did you let go of your fear of losing Knox and let yourself be happy with him?”

Bianca hopped off the counter and rubbed a hand up and down her arm. “That wasn’t easy.” She eyed me and raised a brow. “But you know what? I just knew that I had to because if I let my fear get in the way, I would be turning my fear into a reality because I would’ve lost him.”

“You’re stronger than I am.”

Bianca chuckled and shook her head. “No, I’m not. Trust me, I know I’m not. Knox always says I‘m strong, too, but I don’t see it that way.”

“It’s funny, but I get what you’re saying. I feel like Brady sees me one way, too, but I don’t see myself that way.”

“Maybe you should.” She shrugged. “Try to see yourself the way he sees you.”

I rolled my eyes. “He looks at me like I’m God’s gift to the world or something.”

She laughed. “I think he sees you as his gift, like someone he wants to be with.”

Shaking my head, I walked toward the couch, trying to make sense of it all. “What if he changes his mind?”

Bianca waved me off. “You’re worrying too much. Brady doesn’t strike me as the fickle type. You have to believe him. Let him in and believe him. The rest will fall into place.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and I blinked them away, not wanting to cry. “I want to.”

“I know you do.”

I sniffled and looked at the clock on the oven. “Do you have to get to work?” Technically, I had to, as well, but I was taking a leisurely morning to myself. In my role, I could work from anywhere, anyway, so I was never too concerned about getting to the office on time.

She waved a hand in the air and tried to pass it off as nothing. “I work too hard as it is. I wanted to spend some time with my sister. Family comes first.”

I smiled. “Always.” Then I politely tried to kick her out so she could get on with her day. “Now get out of here so I can devour those rolls in private.”

The corners of her lips curled upward, and she shook her head, grabbing her purse off the couch and placing it on her shoulder. “Enjoy them. I had one myself, and they’re fabulous.”

“They always are,” I agreed, waving to her as she opened the door. “See you later, sis.”

“Bye, girlie,” she returned with a small wave before closing the door behind her.

I sighed and glared down the hallway again, arching a brow. I really wanted to dive into those rolls, add some soft butter, the fresh ham and. . . oof my mouth was watering already.

Maybe I’d share with Brady.

What was taking him so long, though?

I gazed down again and rubbed my belly. “Come on, let’s see what’s taking Daddy so long.”

I walked to the bathroom and knocked when I heard the shower running. “Brady? You about done in there? I have to get to work soon but wanted to have breakfast with you.” I wanted to mentally slap myself when I realized he’d probably heard about a quarter of that.

Shaking my head, I turned the knob and opened the door. The change in temperature was extreme, and it became obvious very quickly that he was taking a hot shower. Frankly, I couldn’t blame him. I, myself, enjoyed a hot shower every now and again, and with the back pain I’d been having recently, I loved the heat on my muscles.

I opened my mouth to speak but was at a loss for words when I took in the sight of Brady’s sculpted body behind the wet glassdoor. His head was down, so all I could see was the top of that beautiful head of hair, not that I was complaining. But then my gaze followed the path of his strong arm, and I saw something much, much bigger.

I clamped my mouth shut and swallowed, willing myself to look away. I should look away, right?

As my mind was at odds with itself, my eyes remained transfixed on Brady and his hand as it worked his cock, speeding up his strokes. He was going faster and faster and faster.

Maybe he didn’t know I was in here. So I could leave. Yeah, I could leave, and I should. Although I wouldn’t lie, a part of me was torn. I wanted to join him. I wanted to stop him before he exploded to make sure the only place that happened was inside me, whether it be in my mouth or pussy. I wanted him any way I could get him.

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