Page 16 of Snowed In With the Grump
When we finally broke apart, both of us breathless, he rested his forehead against mine.
"I’m going to mess this up," he said quietly.
"Maybe." I smiled. "Or maybe you’ll surprise yourself."
"I’m still grumpy."
"I’m still annoying."
That made him laugh...a real laugh that cracked something open in my chest.
"Yeah, you are," he said.
"But you like it."
"God help me, I do."
He kissed me again, this time slow and sweet, like he didn’t want it to end.
"Stay for dinner?" he asked.
"Only if you let me help cook.”
"Deal." He picked up his axe again. "Let me finish this first."
I settled on a nearby log to watch him, arms wrapped around my knees.
"Oh no, please. Take your time. The view is excellent."
He shot me a look... half exasperation, half heat. "Trouble. You’re nothing but trouble."
"Yeah," I said, grinning like a fool. "But I’m your trouble now."
And the smile he tried to hide?
That told me everything I needed to know.
8
Griffin
Dinner turned into drinks by the fire...
Which turned into Lucy straddling my lap in my armchair, kissing me like she wanted to crawl inside my soul.
"Wait," I managed between kisses. "We should talk."
She sat back, her blue eyes dancing. "The grumpy mountain man wants to talk about feelings? Now IknowI'm special."
"You are."
The words slipped out before I could stop them. But the way her face lit up made me glad they had.
"That’s what scares me,” I said.
She ran her fingers through my beard. "Talk to me, Griffin. What are you afraid of?"
"Losing you."
