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So as he got out his phone and spoke quietly into it, she moved around and packed up her stuff. Going into the bathroom, she got dressed into adult clothes. A pang of longing filled her as she put the onesie away. But she could always put it back on when she got to the cabin.
She set her suitcase down by the door as Anson stood.
Alice wanted to offer to help him as he moved stiffly to the door. But she knew better than to do that.
Then he reached for the suitcase before sighing and moving his hand away. “Can’t fucking do that. I’ll probably strain something or slip over. I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. At least, not for that.” She managed to grin at him.
To her shock, he grinned back at her. It caught her completely by surprise and his smile took away her breath.
He was utterly gorgeous.
“Yeah, you’re not wrong,” he said.
“I am, though. I mean, I don’t want you to keep apologizing to me. Once is enough.”
“Maybe, but I need to keep apologizing until you forgive me.”
“I’ve already forgiven you,” she told him.
“Baby, don’t give me that too easily,” he told her.
“I get why you jumped to the conclusions that you did, after all that you’ve been through. That doesn’t mean that I . . . that I can trust you, though.”
“No, my actions are what is going to gain your trust. I’m going to show you that you can believe in me.”
Chapter Twelve
Anson was aware that she didn’t look like she believed him. But he’d earned that.
Her disbelief.
Her hesitance.
It was his punishment. His penance.
But he was determined to show her. To earn that trust. To find out what had put that sadness in her eyes.
Or who.
Fucking George.
He didn’t even fully know what had happened, but he already hated that asshole.
Finding her in a onesie, her thumb in her mouth, holding onto that toy mouse in a tutu . . . fuck. It had opened up something inside him that he hadn’t realized was there.
A longing. A need.
He hadn’t thought about the club for a long time. Didn’t think that was something he wanted anymore. Hell, he hadn’t wanted anything except peace and quiet for a long, long time.
And yet . . . seeing her like that had made him think about what it would be like to take care of a Little. Being in the club,dominating a sub, it had always made him feel lighter. It had given him the control he’d desperately needed.
Being a Daddy Dom was similar but different and he needed to do some more research.
But he knew who to go to talk to about that.
Oh, and that fucking bastard was going to love that he was going to him for advice.
