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“Um. I’ve never had an orgasm.” His brows furrow. “Which led to unpleasant thoughts.”

He nods in understanding. “Does me touching you trigger these thoughts?”

“No!” I say a little too loudly, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I mean, no. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to do that with.”

He smirks. “Glad to hear.” Kissing me once more, he moves back to his side of the truck. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

He puts the truck in gear, spinning around in my yard before hitting the road.

The drive is quiet, and I start feeling self-conscious about what happened. As if he can read my thoughts, he slides his hand to my thigh, squeezing reassuringly. Just that one touch gives me the confidence I need.

We pull into a driveway; an adorable log cabin sits in the middle of a massive amount of property. “Where are we?”

“My place.” He shuts the truck off, hopping out, coming to my side. He opens the door, scooping me into his arms, grabbing my bag from the floorboard. He carries me onto the porch, setting me on my feet, and as he opens the front door, he motions for me to go inside. I walk through the threshold, and I’m glued to the floor, my eyes taking in the place.

It’s gorgeous.

The entire cabin is painted cherry mahogany, including the beams crisscrossing above our heads. The chairs and couch are black leather, with a matching black coffee table and side tables. The artwork on the walls are beautiful paintings of the mountain peaks and rivers. A flat screen television hangs above the mantle of the fireplace.

His home is not what I imagined.

Colt is rough around the edges and dangerous as hell, but this place is cozy and relaxing. If I had a house like this, I’d never step outside.

“I bought this for us.” He whispers, his broad chest warm against my back.

I spin around, my mouth gaping open. “What?”

“You were always mine, Nova. Everything I’ve done has been for us. For you.”

What fucking alternate reality have I stepped into?

He’s literally been back in my life for a few days. Technically, he’s been around the entire time, but I didn’t know. I’m sure this feels natural for him since he’s seen me often while we were apart. But this is way too fast for me.

I’m finally on my own, living life on my terms. Yes, all I have is a shitty car and a shitty camper, but they’re mine. Now, I’m supposed to give up my independence after working my ass off for it?

He must sense my panic, and he takes a step back. His smile falls, hurt slashing across his face. He sets my bag on the couch before heading towards the back of the cabin. “I think I’ll go to bed. The shower is down the hall, on the right. Everything you need is in there. The spare bedroom is on the left.” His voice sounds cold as he disappears behind the door at the end of the hall.

Fuck!

I just…I don’t know…I’m an asshole.

All I’ve wanted is to have him back in my life. Here he is, trying to give me everything on a silver platter and I fucking hurt him.

Grabbing my bag, I quietly make my way down the hall, opening the door to the bathroom. I take in the beautiful room as I slip inside, stripping off my work clothes and sliding into the humongous tile shower. Four people could easily fit in this thing.

I wash and condition my hair, cursing myself for how I reacted. As I scrub my body, I realize I should’ve told him how I felt instead of freezing. I left him to draw his own conclusions. He probably thinks I don’t want him which is the furthest thing from the truth.

Once I’m out of the luxurious shower, I slide on my panties and a big t-shirt since he didn’t pack any sleep shorts or pants. Leaving all my stuff in the bathroom, I cross the hall, opening the door to the spare bedroom. No surprise it’s just as gorgeous as the rest of the house. He must’ve come in and turned the lamp on for me while I was in the shower. There’s a bottle of water on the nightstand and a phone charger.

Yep. I’m an asshole.

As I sit on the bed, I’m impressed as I flop backwards, feeling like I’m lying on a cloud. While everything about this room is perfect, it feels wrong. I should be in there with Colt, but I’m sure he regrets bringing me here.

My fear of depending on someone else just ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

Chapter Nine

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