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I give her a pointed look. “She’s a teenager, she knows exactly what we’re up to, and she doesn’t wanna know. Stop overthinkin’ it. I can take care of you.”
“I’ve never…”
I cup her chin once more, softly stroking it. “You’ve never?”
“Had a man do that before. It isn’t what I know.”
“I know that, and for every single time you weren’t taken care of, I’m gonna rinse and repeat until you can’t stand it anymore. Your body is mine, Erica.”
“You and those dirty words,” she whispers.
I smirk. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
There is no way I’ll ever let anything happen. This piece of shit would hurt her just so nobody else got to have her. I know how people like him think.
“Fine, I won’t.” She kisses me chastely.
“Will you show me the letter?” I ask.
Her face drops, then she nods. “Of course.”
I grind my teeth. “Bring it with you, I’ll read it later.” She pulls away, then I grab her hand and bring her back to face me. “Let me hear it one more time.”
“Hear what?” she breathes.
“You know what.”
“That you’re the kindest, sweetest, grumpiest man in the world and I love you?”
“Grumpiest?”
“You’re right, Tag still outdoes you.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re gonna love me a whole lot more when I kiss every inch of your body.”
“Holy crap.”
I press my forehead to hers. “So just to confirm, you’ll stay?”
She takes a second, swallowing as I wait for her answer. “I’ll stay.”
It’s like music to my ears.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Erica
Brew’s apartment is exactly what I expected; broody, masculine, and tidy. Exceptionally tidy. I don’t know why, but I always imagined him to be a neat freak for some reason, and he doesn’t disappoint.
It’s industrial with polished wooden floors, high beams, the kitchen painted white with silver appliances, brick walls and the scent of pine and sandalwood everywhere. It’s like stepping into a bachelor pad who’s also a clean freak.
He’s watching me assess his place, his face a carefully curated mask. It’s hard to believe this same man just confessed his love for me only an hour ago. That’s not to say Brew is hot and cold, what you see is what you get. I’m slowly starting to understand that.
“It’s lovely,” I say.
His lips twitch. “Exactly what I was going for when I selected everythin’.”
