Page 65 of Say I'm Yours
“Okay.” I bat my eyes in confusion. That was much easier than I thought. The last time we talked about moving in together, it ended with him storming out.
“Can we live in my house? I like your place, but mine is a little bigger.”
I know this will be where we’ll have the most resistance. He loves his house, and I love mine. However, I have three bedrooms, and he has only one. I would eventually like to have kids . . . maybe.
“Sure. I like your place just fine. How about we start moving there now?”
“Trent!” I glare at him. “Agreeing to agree isn’t going to get to the sex any faster.”
He leans back and rubs his chin. “I’m not doin’ that, sweetheart. I’m telling you we’re going to move in together this week, to your house, and now, I’d like to take you back to my bed and spend the next few hours enjoying you . . . thoroughly.”
I’m dead. He’s going to kill me with words. Trent’s hand moves to my knee and slowly creeps up my leg. “Stop.”
“Stop what, sweetheart? I’m just familiarizing myself with the lay of the land while we talk. Bein’ efficient and all.”
I need to talk faster. Much faster.
“Do you love me?” I ask.
His hand stops moving, and his eyes lock with mine. “I love you.”
“I need to hear it. I need you to mean it. I’m going to be needy. I’m going to question you. I’ve had almost twenty years of doubting us, can you handle that?”
Trent’s hands move to my face. His eyes are sad and full of regret. “I did this to you. I hate that I did. I hate that I put any doubt in your head. You’re going to have to forgive me and I’m going to have to earn that. I know this, and it isn’t anything less than I deserve. I won’t do that to you again, Gracie. I won’t hurt you like that. I plan to tell you that I love you every day, because I do.”
A tear slides down my face. Who knew that he could be so damn sweet?
“Can I kiss you?” Trent asks.
I can’t speak, so I nod. Slowly, his face moves toward mine. It’s a sweet kiss filled with promise and a chance at redemption. I hold his hands as he cups my cheeks. Another tear falls as I give my heart back to him. Each piece of it is his. I wish it could’ve always been like this, but I try to let that go. He’s here now, loving me like I always wanted.
He leans back and rubs the tear away with his thumb. “What else do you need, sweetheart?”
I shake my head. “I only need you.”
Trent’s hands don’t move as his jaw tightens. The air around us shifts and fills with tension. “Say I’m yours,” he demands.
I don’t hesitate. “You’re mine.”
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’ve only ever been yours.”
Trent stands and pulls me to my feet, his arms hook under my knees, and he lifts me. “You’ll only ever be mine.”
I touch his cheek. “And you?”
He smiles as he starts to move toward the bedroom. “I don’t see anyone else but you, Gracie. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix us.”
“I know you will.” I smile.
He kicks the door open and lays me down. My hands glide across his bare chest, and his eyes stay trained on mine. Trent’s body has always been firm, but now I’m takin’ the time to appreciate it all. His arms are big and strong and his stomach is toned and hard. I like it. My fingers make their way to his face, and his eyes close.
I run the pads of my fingertips across his lips, feeling his breath as he sighs. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” I confess.
He moves quickly, flipping me on top. My hair falls between us, and he pushes it back. “I want to see you. I want to see your face the entire time.”
