Page 112 of Swan

He chuckled. “Came home all excited that you and Swan kissed. Know you wouldn’t start somethin’ just for the hell of it. Must be serious?”

I nodded. “Yeah. She’s mine.” My old lady. My forever.

He grinned, shaking my hand. “Congrats, brother.”

After a quick goodbye to the others, I made my way out to Swan’s car and drove to the library. I found her outside waiting, which had me frowning.

Before I could stop the car and get out to grab her door, she was already pulling the passenger door open and getting in.

“That didn’t take you long. Are you sure you’re okay with going today? I don’t mind hanging about if you need to do more.”

My woman was nervous. This was new for us, and she didn’t know how to act just yet when we met up after not seeing each other for a while.

It was all good. I’d teach her.

“Birdy, look at me,” I ordered.

She turned to me, resting her hands on her lap.

I grinned. “Hey.”

She blushed, smiling shyly. “Hi.”

“Gonna need somethin’ from you.”

“Anything,” she said all serious, her hands nervously rubbing together.

“Anytime we’re apart and we come together, I’d love if you’d share your mouth with me. Even if it’s just a—” I closed my mouth when she suddenly leaned over to kiss me with a brush of her sweet, plump lips.

“Sorry,” she whispered, still close.

I carded my fingers through her hair at the back and tugged her towards me again gently. “Don’t say sorry, Birdy. All good.” It was my turn to kiss her then, and it wasn’t just a quick one. This one had my body reacting to her little whimpers and the way she gripped at me, needing more, wanting me as close as I could be.

Fuck.

Her attention was a rush.

Pulling back, I grinned at her dazed look. I released her hair and tapped her nose. “Good to see you, babe.”

She rolled her eyes, blushed, and snorted. “You too.”

“Can you do me another favour?”

Her gaze flared a little, and the red to her cheeks deepened. It wasn’t the first time I wished I had the ability to read her mind; I was sure it just went to the gutter.

“Y-Yes.”

“Next time I pick you up from somewhere, or anyone does, I need you to wait inside until I arrive, yeah?”

I caught her nod before I glanced out the rearview mirror. I picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Thanks, Birdy. You wanna grab some lunch on the way home?”

“I’d love to.”

“Perfect.” Sucked I rode to the city when I wanted to be in the car with her. “You follow me on the way home, and I’ll find us a place to eat.”

“I will.”

Smiling, I glanced over at her, which she returned, before I looked back to the road. She was my dream come true—that or I’d won the damn lottery.

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