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He nods. “Yeah, I want you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jacob
Iroll over, breathing in that warm apple scent that is all Brenna. She shifts in her sleep, snuggling deeper into my arms, and I nuzzle her hair.
Waking up like this is everything I swore I’d never want. I was a liar and an idiot. I don’t know how I’m going to give this up.
She moves a bit more, rolling over a little to look up. “Hi, there.”
“Hi.”
She smiles softly. “How did you sleep?”
It was one of the best nights I’ve had since I’ve been back. There was no wind causing branches to hit the windows or a generator kicking off because it ran out of gas, causing me to wake up in a sticky sweat.
“Good. You?”
She reaches back and runs her nails lightly through the scruff on my cheek. “I slept great, even with your chin scratching me.”
I lean in, rubbing my face against her back, and she laughs as she moves away. “Like that?”
“Yes, knock it off!” She slaps at my shoulder playfully.
“You know, this is the first time I’ve gotten to see you wake up in the morning.”
She rubs her finger against my jaw. “I like it.”
“Me too.”
There is a warmth in her eyes that I never want to forget. When she looks at me, it’s as though I can move mountains. And for her, I want to.
“Last night was really great,” Brenna murmurs.
“How often can you get the kids to sleep out?”
“Not often enough.”
I want to tell her about my revelations regarding us and my feelings. I think she feels the same, but I’m not sure. Her deep blue eyes watch me, assessing me, and I wonder if she can read my thoughts. After a few seconds of silence and just staring at each other, her stomach growls.
“Hungry?”
She nods, and the connection we shared just moments ago snaps away. “I wake up early every morning absolutely famished. I’m sorry.”
I look over at the clock. “This is early?”
“Well, I guess to some it is. Seven isn’t overly early, but for the weekend it is.”
I laugh and grab my phone. “It’s ten thirty.”
Brenna sits up quickly, pulling the sheet with her. “What? It’s ten thirty?” She damn near screams. “I never sleep past seven! Get up!”
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I hear the panic in her voice.
“You have to go!”
“What? Go where?”
