Page 194 of Silver Fox Puck

“I was already yours, Flight.”

My breath catches.

Then I smile.

And just like that—he’s coming home—with me.

***

I drive.

Grant’s in the passenger seat.

Silent.

Not tense.

Just… absorbing.

Like he’s still trying to believe this is real.

I sneak a glance at him.

His jaw is relaxed.

His hand rests on his thigh, fingers tapping absently.

And I wonder—

When was the last time he wasn’t carrying the weight of something heavy?

I reach over, sliding my fingers over his.

A quiet reminder. A small, unspoken promise. His fingers still. Then, slowly, they curl around mine.

And just like that—

I know.

He’s letting himself have this.

I don’t push him to talk. Don’t fill the silence with words. Just let the moment be.

Sometimes, love is felt more than it’s spoken.

I pull into my driveway, cutting the engine.

The moment the car stills, I feel it—

The weight of everything shifting.

Like the ground beneath us isn’t just solid—

It’s safe.

Grant doesn’t move right away. He sits, staring at my house. Not like he’s hesitant. More like he’s taking it in.

Like he’s realizing—

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