Page 176 of Kentrell

Myfirstgirl.

The only one.

I felt my heart beating harder the closer we got to the jet. Fast. Like I was hyped for something that hadn’t even started yet.

Because this weekend?

That was just the beginning.

Every kiss. Every laugh. Every stroke. Every moment we laid wrapped up with her head on my chest like she belonged there.

She did.

That moment in the cabin came back to me—the one when she was on her knees, stripping me down like I was something precious. Like she needed tomemorizeme.

Then she touched that space just above my abs. The one spot I never got inked. And she said, so sweet, so bold?—

"You can put my name right here."

I smiled to myself, still rubbing her thigh gently under coat in the backseat.

I made a mental note right then and there.

As soon as I got her home. As soon as she was tucked back into her world, safe and settled?—

I was getting that ink.

Right where she said.

Right where she touched me.

Because whatever I had to do to remind myself she was mine?

I’d do it.

The SUV slowed as we pulled up to the hangar.

Jet was already prepped—door open, engines humming soft like a sleeping beast. The pilot gave a small wave from the top of the stairs, and the driver got out to grab our bags from the trunk.

Still, I didn’t move.

Zoe stirred in my lap, stretching a little but not pulling away. I kissed the side of her head and rubbed her thigh, letting her adjust.

“Damn, I almost fell asleep,” she mumbled, her voice all raspy and sweet. “We here?”

“Yeah, baby.” I kissed her again. “Come on.”

I climbed out the SUV, still holding her, bridal-style like I had back at the cabin. Her arms looped around my neck, a lazy smile spreading across her face as the cold air nipped at her cheeks.

“You’re really gonna carry me again?” she teased, even as she leaned closer into my chest.

“You think I’m lettin’ you walk after the shit we just did all weekend?” I smirked.

That made her laugh, soft and low. She buried her face in my neck while the driver gave a small chuckle and nodded respectfully.

Once we reached the jet stairs, she wiggled a little. “I can walk now.”

“I know,” I muttered, still not putting her down. “But I don’t want you to.”

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