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Both.
All of it.
Cas not blinking about playing babysitter. His guilt for being a small part of me getting hurt two nights before. The food. The kisses. The gentle way he touched and talked to me.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I know you aren’t, gorgeous, but I’m going to keep on giving it to you. Because you deserve nice. You deserve someone to have your back. You deserve everything.”
Shit.
Now my eyes were stinging.
“Hey,” he whispered, pushing the button to unlock my seat belt, reaching over the console to snag my purse. “Let’s go inside and get you warm, yeah?”
Luckily, he didn’t wait for me to answer, just tugged me out of the car.
And hell, if him cupping the back of my head, protecting me from hitting it on the frame of the door, didn’t send me all that much closer to tears.
I was falling for him.
Deep.
And I knew that I wasn’t going to stop falling.
That, heaven help me, I was going to ride this out.
A breath.
Several blinks as he closed the driver’s side door and locked my car, as he walked me up to the front door and let us inside.
Click.
That lock was engaged too.
“Ethan’s out,” he murmured, setting my purse on the table in the hall. “So, let’s get you to bed, gorgeous.” He reached for my jacket, tugging it down my arms, hanging it on the hook by the door.
And that was when I kept on falling.
More care.
More gentle.
More Cas.
So, this time…well, this time I was going to leap both mentally and physically.
I launched myself into his arms, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his middle, and then I lowered my head, slanting my lips over his.
“Jules?” he asked against my mouth.
“Bed,” I whispered back.
To his credit, he didn’t hesitate, just carried me down the hall and to my bedroom.
But he didn’t close the door.
Which meant he didn’t lock it either.
Instead, he kept carrying me across the room before he bent and laid me on the bed.
