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“Just say it, you liked it,” I tease, kissing her neck now.

She giggles and squeals and it sends a thrill of electricity to my cock.

“I think it might be my new favorite thing.”

I sit up and poke her side and she laughs harder, curling into me. I clamber up and mount her. “As long as you don’t like it more than my dick. Because I still fucking love it when you ride my dick.”

“Don’t worry, I love that too.”

I crush her to the mattress with my weight and she wraps me up in an embrace. When I gaze down at her, she’s giving me an adoring look. Lowering my mouth to hers, our lips slide against each other’s, and we sink into a lazy drawn-out kiss. And I feel alive.

For the first time since she left eight years ago, I feel alive.

It’s heartachingly silly so I break off the kiss.

“And now, I feed you.”

Her eyes widen and I flash her a grin.

“Breakfast in bed.” I give her a kiss and roll off her and hop off the bed. “You read your book and I’ll make us something. Then we’ll lay in bed until I have to go to work.”

“Promise?” she calls.

“Promise.”

CHAPTER 18

Mia

I’m working in the back of the store near the bikes when from my peripheral, I spot Dad. The stairs make it difficult for him to come into the store often. It’s the reason why he stayed so long at the rehab facility before coming home.

He shuffles toward me with his cane. My first thought is to worry and my heart rate picks up. Typically Mom stays by his side when he uses his cane but after a quick glance around the store, she’s nowhere to be found.

“Hey, Dad. Everything okay?” I rush toward him to brace him underneath his arm.

But he shrugs off my help. “I’m f-f-fine. I need to get used to doing this on m-m-my own.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“I can’t rely on someone f-f-forever.”

My hands itch with the need to help, especially when he stumbles slightly. “That may be true, but it’s not forever, it’s just for now.”

“For now might as well be forever,” he grunts, finally coming to a complete stop.

“And you all wonder how I got so stubborn and independent,” I mutter.

“Ha,” he barks, amusement brightening his face. “Imagine that.”

I cross my arms so I’m not tempted to help him again. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been meaning to t-talk to you. About the s-s-store.”

Unease sneaks into my mind, it’s something I assumed we would’ve discussed right after I returned home. But it’s a conversation I haven’t wanted to encounter.

“Mia, we love having you home. We know it h-hasn’t been easy. But we’re grateful you s-s-stepped up when we needed you.”

“I’ll always be here if you need me,” I answer, my throat beginning to ache.

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