Page 62 of Moonstruck Kiss

“Me, too. But we have to stop.”

He squeezes me against him, kissing me harder. And then he suddenly lets me go.

I feel bereft, but I compose myself by opening the fridge. “What have you got in here? Oh, I’ll have the sparkling mineral water.”

Brax crowds me from behind, resting a palm on my lower back, while he grabs the bottle. Then he plants a soft kiss on my cheek before moving away.

My heart bursts from such a sweet gesture and I seriously want to swoon. And I’m not the swooning type! What is this man doing to me?

“I’d offer you some ice cream,” he says quietly as he pours water into two glasses, “but Ollie’s already had enough sugar.”

“That’s okay. We can have it some other time.”

Brax sighs. “I wish you could stay over.”

“I know. Me, too.”

“Honestly, I’m getting to a point where I’m almost desperate for it.”

I chuckle. “Almost? It’s not an almost for me.”

He gasps, slinging his arm around my waist and pulling me to him. “You’re such a tease.”

I blink at him innocently. “I’m just telling the truth.”

“Is it twenty minutes yet?” Ollie shouts.

Brax and I gape at each other for a beat, then we both laugh. We do need to cool it down.

We walk back to the living room with our drinks.

“No, it’s not twenty minutes yet,” Brax answers his son. “How about we play that card game Gia and Theo gave you while we wait?”

“Yes! I’ll get it!” Ollie jumps up and runs to the bedroom.

Brax grabs my chin. “We have three seconds,” he says before pressing his lips to mine for that amount of time.

My heart flutters, and the stronger I believe there’s more to his feelings than lust—just like my feelings for him.

“Here it is!” Ollie skips back to us, holding the card game up high.

I resolve to focus on Ollie and the game. Much as I welcome it, this isn’t the time to encourage sexy times. Plus, I’m a little confused. How are Brax and I going to navigate our way around the fact that we live in different parts of the world?

Soon, we finish the game and the glue on the figurine has dried.

Ollie paints the wings white while I closely supervise him. If he were any other four-year-old, I’d probably just make him watch while I did it myself because a child his age could easily mess up the rest of the figurine. But Ollie has steady hands, and his focus while painting is phenomenal. He still astonishes me even after what I’ve already seen him do.

Minutes later, Angel Mama looks as good as new.

“Now the paint needs to dry,” I say.

“Can we watch TV while we wait?” Ollie asks his dad.

Brax picks up the remote control from the side table. “You can watch Bluey while Joey and I sit out on the verandah to discuss some adult stuff.”

“What adult stuff?”

“Stuff not for kids.”

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