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“I will,” I say resolutely, knowing there’s no way I’ll let a day pass now without letting him know.

I kiss her on the head, deciding to change the subject, not wanting us to wallow in all of the sad parts of our lives. “How about we go sit outside and bring those cookies you made with us. Then I will get Edison to bed, and I can draw you a nice bath to celebrateyourlast day.”

She smiles slowly, arching an eyebrow at me. “Are you asking me to stay the night, Beckett Kade?”

I reach down and give her ass a firm squeeze, “I’m telling you that you are staying, Selah Lansing. And before you try to give me any excuses, you don’t have anywhere to be early tomorrow, you can borrow my clothes for bed, and, no, it’s not too soon, or too much,” I say, bending down to kiss her forehead, then taking her hand.

She laughs as I grab the plate of cookies, and pull her outside.

33

Selah

Sleepovers at Beckett’s cabin are quickly becoming my favorite thing in the world. We always share delicious food, great conversation, and Beckett spoils me beyond belief.

Like right now, I’m lying in the clawfoot bathtub in his primary bathroom that he filled to the brim with bubbles, telling me not to move an inch, before leaving me and going across the house to read Edison his bedtime story. I lay my head back on the rolled towel he placed behind me, sighing contently as the warm water soothes my body.

A girl could get very used to this.

I hear a sound, and squint open one eye to see the man that I adore coming back inside, and his eyes immediately find mine. I sit up a little and his gaze falls down to where my breasts are covered in bubbles, and he smirks at me.

“Was Edi ok?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady as he walks closer to me.

His hair is no longer styled perfectly like it was earlier today, and a piece of it falls over his left eye. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I am around him, the intensity in those startling blue eyes of his always makes my head spin.

I can tell that he knows just what he does to me by the way he prowls over to me, like he’s been just marinating me inside this tub so he can have me for supper.

He sits down on the edge of the tub, his fingers dipping into the water to see if it’s still warm. “Edison is more than ok,” he finally responds, drying his fingers on his shorts. “He was so excited that you are staying over again tonight. Apparently he and I need to make you some pancakes for breakfast. His orders.”

I laugh, my heart warming at how thoughtful Edi always is, “He’s such a sweetheart,” I say, scooting back down in the water.

“He really is,” Beckett responds, leaning down to kiss me on the head. “Don’t you need your scarf for your hair, angel?”

I shake my head, smiling at his thoughtfulness. “Not yet. I will put it on when I go to sleep. I still have the one I left under the sink, right?”

He gets up and moves until he is standing behind me, “Of course, sweetheart, I didn’t move it,” he says, his fingers beginning to kneed into my shoulders.

My skin tingles under his touch, and I let out a heavy sigh. “That feels incredible, Beck. Thank you.”

“Good. That’s how I always want to make you feel,” he mumbles, kissing me on the neck as his magical fingers continue to release all of the knots in my shoulders.

I lean my head back, looking up at his handsome face, “Where did you find pink bubbles?” I ask.

He lifts an eyebrow, and shakes his head. “I can’t give away all of my secrets, now can I, angel?” he teases. “I knew you would like them, so I figured out how to get them here for you. Anything my girl likes, she gets.”

“I like it when you call me that,” I say, my smile wide, and uncontrollable.

He leans down to kiss the top of my head, “I like it too, sweet girl.”

He stands up and I turn to watch him, my eyes widening as he moves over to the shower, turning it on. He reaches behind him and pulls the back of his shirt up and over his head.

“W-what are you doing?” I stammer, as he hooks his thumbs into his shorts.

He smirks at me, discarding his shorts and tossing them on top of his shirt. “I’m going to get cleaned up just like you,” he answers casually, as he pulls off his briefs.

“Oh..” I mumble, my eyes dipping down to see his cock spring free from his briefs.

He smiles at my obvious ogling, and I continue to watch with rapt attention as his hand moves to his shaft, his fingers wrapping around it as he gives himself one long stroke.

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