Her expression shifts. “I also need a spa day, Maverick, but I can’t afford either.”
I grin. “I can give you a massage anytime you want.”
She smirks, playfully elbows me.
I yank her braid and kiss heragain.
I can’t stop kissing her.
I want her, yeah, but I want this, too. Easy intimacy. Comfortable companionship.
I’ve never been with a woman with whom I feel so much at ease. She’s not trying to push me to want more with her, and I’m not running away ‘cause I don’t want to hurt her feelings.
She accepts me the way I am. Hasn’t asked for one damn thing.
She gives. In small ways and big.
She gives with her smile.
A cup of coffee.
A touch on my shoulder.
A kiss.
Her silence.
My mornings have been better these past few days because I wake up to the promise of her.
“We have another three weeks before the auction,” she states.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve been thinkin’ what else can go wrong.”
I set my mug down and cup her cheeks so she’s looking at me. “I’m going to help you.”
Her lips lift, but it’s a fragile thing. “I don’t like depending on you.”
My lips curve, and I see a warmth enter her gaze, quickly replaced by despair.
“Why, darlin’?”
She exhales. “I…for a moment I wondered if you were….”
I close my eyes as the import of what she said pierces through me, wounds me.
No woman has been able to hurt me, and she just did with a few words. If that isn’t a sign loud and clear that she means too much to me, I don’t know what is. If I were younger, I’d have run from her, fast and furious. But now, I know how precious this is—how incredible to find someone who holds your heart in their hands, who you trust to keep it safe.
I open my eyes and let her see me—really see me. Her gasp tells me she wasn’t expecting her words to cut that deep.
“I’ll never hurt you, not intentionally,” I promise.
She licks her lips. “I’m afraid.”
Tell me about it, darlin’!
“I know. Me, too.”