Page 104 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
He nodded and rested his forehead against mine. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you like that ever again.” He said italmost under his breath, like he was promising himself more than me. I wasn’t even sure if I was supposed to hear it, but I had, and it was so sweet. Not something he could control, but it was still sweet.
I lifted my gloved hand to cup his cheek, running my thumb across his lower lip. Then I leaned in and pressed my lips against his in a soft, barely there kiss. Winter hummed against me but didn’t deepen the kiss. Our lips stayed there for a few seconds, and when we parted, we remained close, breathing the same air.
“Thank you for understanding, Win,” I whispered.
He shot me a sad smile. “Thank you for telling me, and I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable.”
“It’s not your fault.”
His lips pressed into a flat line, and I had the feeling he disagreed with me but was trying to let it go.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then pulled me into another bone-crushing hug. “I adore you, Miles Curbelo. Absolutely fucking adore you.”
That made me smile and hold him tighter. “I adore you too, Winter Alexander Montgomery.”
After a few seconds, we released one another, and he said, “Hey, why don’t I know your middle name?”
I snorted and put the car back in drive. “You never asked.”
“Okaaaay, so then what is it?”
“What’s what?”
He sighed. “Now you’re being difficult on purpose.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He snorted, shaking his head. “I’ll just have to find your license and figure it out myself.”
“Good luck with that. If you think I’m going to let you see my license picture, you have another think coming, sir.”
He snorted and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “I can be sneaky when I want.”
I laughed, shaking my head, then got back on the road, ready to take the pixies to their new home with my very amazing boyfriend by my side.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Miles
Lyric had to order a ton of supplies to fix their home up for the baby griffin, and since a lot of them needed to be delivered, we’d had to wait to help them. We were going over to their house after work a few days this week, and then we’d spend the entire weekend helping them.
Winter and I decided to have a lazy day on the couch for once—I couldn’t remember the last time we hadn’t had a jam-packed weekend schedule—so we picked a long TV series to binge, and I went to the kitchen to grab as many snacks as I could carry. Win ran up to the bathroom while I rifled through the pantry.
I grabbed the bag of big marshmallows and froze. It felt… hard.
Fuuuck.
With a sigh, I examined the bag, and sure enough, there was a hole in it.
What. The. Actual. Hell.
Did Win really not know how to close up marshmallows correctly? I told him where all the chip clips were.
Ugh.
I really wanted a damn marshmallow.
After chucking the bag in the trash, I grabbed the rest of the snacks and headed to the living room.
