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I’m straddling this man naked and I’m bringing up a girl from almost ten years ago.
Just add it to the list of issues I have.
He shakes his head. “Not my finest moment. I wanted my first time to be with you.” He takes my hand in his. “The only reason I even went to the lake with her is because you left with Carter Boyd. I heard him bragging about the plans you had.”
My hands rest on his warm skin, a pain in my chest at the assumptions we both made. “I didn’t hook up with Carter Boyd.” I stifle a smile. “I actually kicked him in the balls when he tried to fondle me under my dress.”
Cooper’s head falls to my chest as he laughs, his shoulders shaking. “Then I walked home pissed that I broke the strap on my sandal. I had to save for weeks to buy those shoes. Then the next day, the rumor started about what happened with you and Shandi. I faked being sick the rest of the week so I didn’t have to see you.”
“I left soup outside on your porch for four days.” He lifts a brow. “I even had mom make it from scratch.”
“I’m sorry.” I cover my face with my hands.
Our laughs fade away. The only sound between us is our steady breaths.
“I think we both did things we aren’t proud of. We were kids, and you were dealing with stuff no one should have to, and I was just trying not to drown in the guilt that I couldn’t fix it.” His hand cups my jaw. “We both made mistakes. But I need you to know that it’salwaysbeen you for me.”
With my heart practically ready to burst, I press a kiss to his lips. “It’s always been you too.”
The gentle kiss turns deep, the emotion wrapping us in a blissful warmth. With a tug of the sheet, the barrier is gone, our bodies become one, and this time, I show my husband just how much I cherishhim.
Chapter thirty-nine
Cooper
I should be utterly exhausted, given the fact we’ve both gotten a measly three house of sleep. We spent most of the night lost in each other. I think I told her I loved her a thousand times over the past eight hours, and she did the same. But I’m oddly refreshed. Dakota on the other hand, is pouting in the passenger seat, glaring at the woman in the drive through at McDonald’s.
“And your egg McMuffin,” she chirps at an unreasonable volume.Even for me.
“Thanks, Ellen.” I hand her my card, then sit the bag on the console.
“First name basis now?” Dakota gives me a pointed look. “We’ve been at the window for less than three minutes.”
“It’s called being polite.” I reach over and tug on a strand of her hair.
“It’s called being an over sharer.” She grabs the bag. “Was it necessary to explain why we are sitting at this window at six thirty on a Saturday morning?”
“She asked.” I shrug.
“Alright, you two sugar dumplings,” Ellen chimes when the window opens.
“For fucks sake,” Dakota mutters.
“Here’s your card, Mr. Cooper and here’s that caramel coffee.”
“Appreciate you, Ellen.” I take my things. “Have a great day.”
She waves before closing the window and I hold back my smile because I know Dakota is about to blow. If there’s one thing she can’t stand, it’s loud, overly joyous people before eight o’clock.
“Your latte, ma’am,” I offer.
When she goes to take it, I pull it back, stopping at the edge of the parking lot.
“Hey,” she chides.
I lean across the console. “You want to thank me properly?”
“Cooper, as much as I love you, it’s entirely too early for a blow job.”
