Page 175 of Kentrell

She melted into me instantly, head tucked into the side of my neck as I stepped back into the cold, careful down the stairs, holding her like she was made of glass and worth more than any diamond.

The driver opened the back door for us, eyebrows raised like he didn’t expect that part.

I slid in first, Zoe still in my arms, settling into the seat with her on my lap. She didn’t protest. Just curled into me as the door closed and the heat hit us.

I held her tighter. Rested my chin on top of her head.

The engine started.

She was light in my lap.

Not just in weight—but in presence. In spirit. Her body soft and relaxed, her breath even, like she wasn’t worried about a damn thing.

And I didn’t want her to be.

I held her tighter as the SUV turned onto the private road that led to the airstrip. The hangar was still a mile out, but I could see the edge of the tarmac through the trees now.

Still, I didn’t let go.

I wasn’t ready.

Not because I thought I’d lose her once we hit Chicago.

But because something about this weekend cracked open a part of me I didn’t know was still closed.

We really official now.

That word still felt new in my mouth.Girlfriend.Boyfriend.

But I liked how it sounded when it came to her.

Zoe LaShay Davis.

The girl with the sharp mouth, the high heels, the stacked resumé—and the untouched heart. Untouched body, too… at least until I got my hands on her.

First one to take her virginity.

That shit hit different.

Not because I was her first.

But because she let me be.

Because shewantedit to be me.

She gave me all of her. Fully. Willingly. Like she wasn’t scared. Like she already trusted me with more than just her body.

She trusted me withher.

That’s something I never had. Not even from women who claimed they loved me. Nobody ever handed themselves to me like that.

Nobody ever made me feelworthyof something that pure.

And now?

Now she was mine.

My girl.

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