Page 77 of Pucking Tangled
“Me too.”
Mia
Mia laid between Casey and Owen, boneless and completely exhausted.
An exhaustion that went way beyond sex.
She was emotionally spent.
Casey had his head on her shoulder and one arm across her waist
Owen laid on her other side, his legs tangled with hers and his arm resting across Casey’s, anchoring them to each other. He watched her, calm and quiet. Giving her the headspace she needed.
She blinked up at the ceiling, counting her breaths to ground herself.
Was there such a thing as too much love?
Too much tenderness.
Too much vulnerability.
“I don’t think I can move,” she finally whispered.
“You don’t have to,” Casey murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
Owen’s thumb drew slow circles on her skin. “We’ve got you.”
She almost lost it right then.
Because shebelievedthem.
And that terrified her.
They were here. Not just for a moment, not just for the fire of it. But for the quiet after. For therealpart.
“You okay?” Casey asked softly, lifting his head just enough to see her face.
She nodded, then shook her head, then nodded again.
Hadn’t she just asked Luca that very same thing twenty-four hours ago?
Owen chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”
“I just…” She swallowed. “I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”
“Good?” Casey asked, his voice hopeful.
“Safe,” she whispered.
Casey’s arm tightened around her.
“Like I don’t have to hide any of it. Not what I feel. Not what I want.”
“Never,” Owen said, quiet and certain. “Not with us.”
She turned her head and kissed Owen’s cheek.
“Why didn’t either of you tell me how you felt, before now?” she questioned.
