Page 131 of Show Me How
I roll my forehead across hers and look at him on the floor, still clutching his nose. Millie doesn’t let go of me, so I keep her right where she is.
“Problem?” I ask him.
“This is her parents’ house,” he hisses in disgust.
Millie wiggles then, so I let her down. She’s wearing her heels inside the house here when she never did back home. It’s such a small thing to notice, but it doesn’t slip past me.
“It was you who said the minute I chose Shade, I wouldn’t be a Harrington anymore, so why should I care whether it’s their house or not?”
My groin tightens at her attitude before I tug her waist and bring her back to my side. “You’re not leaving without your things this time, princess.”
“Right. My room is down the hall.”
She takes my hand and leads me past Chadwick. I keep him beneath my stare until I’m positive he isn’t going to follow. And once we’re slipping into a pink room, he’s the last thing on my mind.
“I’ve already packed,” she reveals, heading for a giant sliding door.
With a tug, it starts to glide on a track, revealing a deep walk-in closet. I blink a few times, trying to get used to the sight of it before she’s no longer in sight. Waiting in the middle of the room, I slip my hands into my pockets and stare at the empty spot where she just was.
“I came here with a whole plan,” I start, hoping my voice carries to where she is.
“Are you going to tell me what it was or keep it a secret?”
“Come out here first.”
Peeking her head out, she tries and fails to hide a grin. “Well?”
“I wasn’t exactly anticipating you coming to my rescue and punching someone in the face for me today, so you threw a wrench into everything.”
“Well,sorryfor trying to show off for you.”
I roll my eyes, taking a handful of steps in her direction. “Never apologize for that. All it means is that I get to beg for forgiveness without the fear of you rejecting me after all.”
“So, technically, I did you two favours,” she teases.
“Christ, baby. Stop picking on me for a minute.” With a low laugh, I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out what I brought with me.
She freezes, staring at the hot pink leather collar like she doesn’t know whether to chuck it out the window or ask me to put it on her. Heat flares in my stomach at her second reaction before I clear my throat.
“Is that supposed to be a gift for me?” she asks, pitch rising.
I almost whip it across the room. “No. Fuck no. It’s more of a figurative thing.”
“I’m so confused.”
“Just remember you’re responsible for me doing this, okay? You’re not allowed to get the ick and leave my ass after I’m done.”
Her brows pinch together as I drop to my knees and throw away my ego for as long as it takes to do this.
Without hesitating any longer, I drop my head back and start barking like a fucking dog. The instant alarm in her eyes is quickly overcome with amusement. Her hand presses to her mouth, hiding her loud, carefree laugh.
I grin as I howl, soaking up the bright sound of her happiness. It feels like it goes on forever until she drops to a crouch in front of me and shuts me up with a kiss. I palm her back, holding her in place before letting her pull back, shaking her head at me.
“I thought you said you’d never bark for a woman.”
“I said a lot of shit that isn’t true anymore, Millie. Turns out I just hadn’t let myself accept that I’d do anything you asked, as long as it meant I got to keep you.”
“The collar was a nice touch,” she says, taking it from me. Twisting it around, she pinches the single charm hanging from the leather. “A cowboy hat?”
