Page 71 of Giddy-Up
Home.He was it.And if he’d still have her—and it sounded a lot like he would, that’s where she wanted to be.
“Yes,” she breathed.“Take me home, Wade.”
Those dimples engaged and bright blue eyes twinkled.
“Um, excuse me?”Her mom tapped her shoulder.
Can’t she see I’m trying to have a romantic moment here?
With no chance of her reading the room anytime soon, Riley decided to give her one more thing before she packed.Just so she was clear on how things were going to go from now on.
“The daily phone calls are going to stop.”Riley untangled herself from Wade, but didn’t get too far as his hand shot out and curled around hers.“I’ll come visit when I can.And you and dad can come to Woodvalley.Now, I’m going to go pack, and Wade is going to come help me.”
She had already started dragging Wade down the hall when her mother replied, “What about Christmas?”
“I’ll have to let you know what our plans are nearer the time.”Riley didn’t stop walking, nor did she refrain from climbing the stairs.
“But it’s next week!”her mother hollered after her.
It was next week.But right now, it felt like Christmas had come early.
Wade was in her face as soon as her bedroom door slammed closed, backing her up, eyes flaring.
“Fuck, Riley,” he breathed.“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
So much it hurt.Her mother was right.As soon as she’d finished speaking with Dr Brown she’d used her bracelet.
“I don’t want you moving back into the trailer.”
“But...”she trailed off, her stomach twisting.She thought they were on the same page.Maybe he hadn’t forgiven her after all.
This is where you beg again.And you forgot to use the L word!Get your shit together, Riley.
“Whatever you’re thinking, petal, you’re wrong.”He smiled as fingertips skimmed her cheek.“I want you to move your stuff into the house.”
“You want me to move in with you?”The question came out in a much higher pitch than she intended.
“Riley, baby, I’ve waited a lifetime for you.I don’t want to waste any more time.I want to wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you every night.”Dropping his forehead, he let his nose slowly trace hers.“Say you’ll do it.Say you’ll move in with me.”
“But—” this was insane.It had only been three months.Yet it felt so right.
Her chest pounded as his hot breath moistened her lips.Was she really going to do this?
This time, it was her mouth that pressed against his.Teasing the seam of his lips as she coaxed him open.Giving him her answer as she took the kiss deeper, every swipe of her tongue a promise.A promise that she was his and he was hers.Always.
Yes.Christmas had definitely come early.
