Page 114 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

One hand nursing a beer. His eyes simply watching me.

No, not just watching.

Tracking.

Like I’m his favorite story unfolding across the room, and he doesn’t want to miss a single page.

His gaze is a little possessive.

But it isn’t jealous.

It’s proud.

Like he knows who I am. He has this innate belief in me that makes me feel so humble. The man builds me up and I have never had that.

He is precious to me.

And the crazy thing is he thinks he isn’t good enough.

As if.

Hell, I know he’s good for me.

Not just in the soft, romantic way most girls dream about.

But in the deep down to your bones, let me be your safe place kind of way.

The kind that creeps into the hollow parts of you and slowly fills them with light.

Yeah, Kian’s got his doubts.

He carries them like old scars under that gorgeous, golden skin.

But none of it matters. Not to me.

Because I believe in him.

In what we are.

In what we could be.

When he looks at me, I feel like I’m made of stardust and wildfire.

I shine.

And gods, I want to shine for him.

Not because he needs me to.

But because he makes me want to be the most real, raw, radiant version of myself.

And I love him.

I love that he doesn’t try to dim me or shrink me or make me quieter to fit into his world.

He wants me loud.

He wants me bright.

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