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I tug her closer, my forehead resting against hers, and I want nothing more than to lean forward and brush my lips across hers. But I know that’d be pushing my luck a little too far.
“And hopefully,” I whisper. “Hopefully, I get to prove that I’m all in for the both of you.”
“Drew,” she says just as softly.
“If I thought you’d agree, I’d drag us both down to the courthouse first thing tomorrow morning and marry you.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” she says, the words almost sounding pained. As if she’s forcing them out but doesn’t fully believe them. Good. She should know by now that I am a man of my word. I know exactly what I’m asking of her.
“You let me be the judge of that, sunshine. I made the mistake of walking away once before. I won’t let it happen again.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say okay.”
She tries to look away from me, but this time, I do drop to my knees. Her eyes widen as she takes in the scenario.
“We’ve got this, sunshine. Let me prove it.”
For a moment, I wonder if I judged this wrong. If she’s going to kick me out and run back to Tennessee.
But then she huffs a breath and nods. “Okay.”
My head shoots up, and I can’t contain the grin that splits across my face. “Yeah?”
She nods, my smile clearly contagious. “But don’t you dare drag me to the courthouse in the morning.”
I stand, slipping my hands under her hair and cradling the back of her neck. “I’m going to kiss you now, Leila Grace Barrett,” I whisper.
“Damn right, you’re going to kiss me now,” she says before pressing her lips to mine.
And for the first time in eleven months and twenty-seven days, all is right in my world.
Chapter 18
Leila
It feels like a dream, the good kind that I never want to wake from. The scents of sandalwood and something purely Drew wrap around me as snug as the arm across my chest. The satisfied sigh that slips out as I settle into the warmth at my back pulls a soft chuckle from Drew.
“Mornin’, sunshine,” he whispers with a kiss to my head and…
“Are you sniffing me?” I ask, a giggle bubbling up.
He sniffs my neck this time, purposely exaggerating the action. “Mhmm. Smells like summertime and heaven.” The hand banded around my stomach starts to trail up my chest to cup my breast, reminding me of why I had to wake from the first sound night of sleep I’ve had in forever.
“As much as I’d love to let you do that, please don’t.”
Drew pulls his arm back, his hand resting on my side as I tilt my head to see him better.
“My boobs are about to explode,” I whisper, another giggle covering the words as Drew’s lips meet mine in a tender kiss. As he rolls to hover over me, I wrap my arms around his neck before hooking my leg around his hip.
Yep. These boobs are definitely about to explode.
As if he can read my thoughts—and let’s be real: he probably can—Drew sighs, dropping his forehead to mine.
“Go feed the princess, sunshine. Then we can go grab a bite.”
The trill of a ringtone cuts through the room, interrupting the intimacy of the moment. He answers, and something about the look on Drew’s face as whatever the person on the other end of the line says registers puts me on edge.
