Page 75 of His Wild Storm
When I glance over at him, he’s pulled out one of the duffle bags I came here with and is packing the few articles of clothing I have put away in the dresser. I stare at him for a moment and take in how he seems to handle every piece of clothing gently and with reverence. Fuck, it’s sweet.
“What are you doing?” I can’t help but ask even though it is kind of obvious.
Knox glances at me, a serious expression on his face. “I’m packing you up so that we can get you moved over to our room.” He shakes his head and focuses back on his task, “I can’t stand the thought of even your clothes being in this room for a minute more,” he confesses without a hint of shame.
Is it over the top? Yeah. Does Knox seem to care? Nope, not even a little bit.
“I was planning on packing everything when I was done getting dressed,” I inform him.
He looks over at me, his eyes traveling down and then back up my body. “You were taking too long.”
My laughter fills the room and one corner of his mouth tips up as he goes right back to what he was doing. While he’s focused on the clothes, I grab a few more things around the room. I don’t have much, and I don’t feel the need to apologize for it.
I was only worried about surviving and putting as much time and space between my ex and I over the last year. Now that I can really set down roots here, I’m looking forward to it and filling my life with things that are totally me.
The thought of rebuilding everything might scare some people, but it feels like freedom to me.
“You’re ridiculous,” I tease Knox.
He zips up my bag with a flourish and throws it over his shoulder before stalking toward me. “I might be a little ridiculous, but I know one thing for sure,” he stops in front of me, our toes almost touching, “I’m yours which must mean you’re ridiculous as well.”
I look up at him and tilt my head to the side while trying not to laugh at the serious look on his face. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“It definitely is,” he insists. He looks over the things I’ve collected before meeting my eyes again. Even though I don’t have much, there’s no judgement in his gaze. “You have everything?”
When I nod, he gently grips my shoulders and turns me toward the door. “Then lets get you moved in and then we’ll head out to brunch.”
“You should put a shirt on before we go,” I grumble, “and maybe button up your jeans.”
“Don’t worry, little storm,” he coos as he presses his hand to the small of my back, “this is all just for you.”
“Better be,” I pout which makes him chuckle and shoot me a wink when I look his way.
It doesn’t take long to get everything unpacked, including hanging the stained glass I made with Eliza. As I stare at it, I find myself worrying my bottom lip while Knox actually gets dressed. When he’s done, he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist to tug me back flush against his chest.
“You can do whatever you want to this room or any space in the house,” he murmurs softly. “I was serious when I said this is your home. I want you to make it your own and can’t wait for a day when our stuff is all mixed together.”
“I could get a pink comforter?”
When Knox swallows hard, I can hear it, but his voice is even when he confirms, “Of course. You could get a rainbow comforter if you want or tie-dye. Oh,” he exclaims, clearlyexcited, “we could make a tie-dye comforter. It would be so much fun,” he offers.
I shake my head and turn around in his hold. When I wrap my arms around his waist, I’m reminded again of how solid he is. His eyes heat as he looks at me and there’s no doubt in my mind about what is on his mind.
“Tonight,” I promise and tip up on my toes to kiss his lips softly. “I’d really like to go and check on Wilde. I know he’s fine, but this is the longest we’ve ever been away from each other. I never want him to have a moment of doubt about me showing up or being there for him.”
Knox’s eyes soften and he nods. “Then lets go get our boy.”
Our boy.
The words have my smile growing wider and I swear I float the entire time Knox leads me out of the house and helps me into his truck. I’m looking forward to seeing Wilde and hearing all about how his night went. I know how lucky I am to have found myself here now. It’s right where I’m supposed to be.
As we’re driving, Knox cuts through the comfortable quiet, his voice hesitant, “Would you really want to decorate in pink?”
I giggle and look over at him to find him looking more curious than horrified. “No,” I tell him, “I prefer jewel tones and big, bold prints.”
He reaches up and pretends to brush the sweat away from his brow and huffs out, “Phew.”
“Uh huh,” I tease him right back.
