Page 195 of Silver Fox Puck

This is his home now, too.

I don’t rush him. Don’t say a word. Just wait.

Because I know—

This is big for him.

Not just staying the night. Not just crashing after an emotional day.

But belonging.

Finally, he shifts. Unclicks his seatbelt.

Glances over at me.

His gaze is warm. Steady.

And then—

“You coming, Flight?”

My stomach flutters.

Because there’s something in his voice. Something that sounds a hell of a lot like home.

I step inside first.

The house smells like me—warm vanilla and fresh linen. My space.

But tonight? It feels different. Because tonight, Grant is here. Really here.

I take off my shoes, setting my purse down.

Behind me, Grant does the same. No hesitation. No awkward pause. Just him, fitting into my space like he belongs.

And that realization? It does something to my chest. I turn to face him. He’s watching me. Not in a hungry way. Not in a possessive way.

Just… looking.

Like he’s taking me in. Like he’s memorizing this moment. Like he’s letting himself believe it’s real.

I exhale.

“Are you hungry?”

Grant’s lips twitch.

“Are you about to try to feed me again?”

I smirk.

“I’m a great cook, you know.”

He steps closer.

“Debatable.”

My mouth drops open.

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