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“No it was… But…” He nibbles on his bottom lip, and I risk a glance at him out of the corner of my eye.
“Truth?” I ask, relying on the one thing that grounds us when we have a hard time doing it ourselves.
“I was hoping we could do more. Not that what we’re doing isn’t good–” He’s quick to defend himself, and then clears his throat. “But I just… want to do more… with you…” He trails off, and I quickly check my rearview mirrors to make sure no one’s behind us before I pull over onto the shoulder.
“What?” he says, and I lean across the console. Grabbing a handful of his curly hair that I love so fucking much, I wrap my other hand around the side of his face and pull him closer to me.
Our noses are touching and I might be going slightly cross-eyed, but I don’t care. As I stare deep into his green eyes, the next words out of my mouth come from the depths of my heart. They’re something that has been ingrained in me in this life, every life I have lived before, and every life I live after. “I love you, Kian. I love you so fucking much. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’m here to give to you. Everything I have is yours, all you have to do is ask.”
CHAPTER 70
KIAN
Now, what the heck am I supposed to say to something like that? Trent is always able to articulate pretty words and weave them into love confessions that rival the oldest ballads. I don’t know what I have to offer him, but everything I have is his. The same claims he makes can be reversed to him as well.
“Ditto.”
He smiles at me, and I realize in that moment that Trent doesn’t need words of affirmation like I do. Like I’ve always needed. He’s quick to supply me with words to relay his love for me, but he needs me to show my love in different ways. In planning dates for us, because his excitement when I do that is like no other.
I’ve learned a lot from our time apart, but even this first therapy appointment has set me on the straight and narrow for being a better human and a better partner for Trent. Someone who’s learning to communicate, and can voice when they're upset and not have it lead to arguments or silent treatments. It’s going to take a lot to get over the trauma from my childhood and the trauma that has been festering inside of me. But with the help of Trent and Mitch, I know I can do anything.
We sit on the shoulder, only a few cars driving by, so I’m not too worried about us being in danger. But how can I even think of that when Trent’s mouth is on mine and his hand is twined in my hair, gripping the strands and sparking nips of pain and pleasure.
“I love you, Trent. I always have. I always will,” I murmur against his lips, and I can feel his mouth form into a smile. “So, can you tell me where we’re going now?”
“Nope.” He leans back, letting go of his grip on me and replacing both hands on the steering wheel.
I gape at him, my dick rock hard in my pants, and the rest of me begging to be put out of my misery.
Trent double checks that no one is coming and pulls back onto the road. The playlist is still streaming through the speakers–our playlist that we made. Every song through every phase of life we’ve had together. I’ve added a few new ones, and I can’t wait for him to listen to them later.
The buildings morph to houses and then to trees as we take the familiar road to one of our favorite places.
“You brought me to the park?”
He doesn’t say anything as he parks the truck, turning it off and getting out. I stay put, like the princess I am, and wait for him to open the door.
Trent doesn’t open my door. Instead, he opens the door to the backseat, and I hear him rustling around. The temptation to look is there, but I refuse to give in to it. I don’t need to be nosey.
I peek over my shoulder and see Trent pulling out a bundle of blankets, and my heart stutters in my chest. Are we going to have a picnic? I freaking love having picnics here with him. It’s one of the constants we do. But I don’t care. This isourspot, and I’ll come out here every day with him if that’s what he wants.
I twiddle my thumbs while I wait. When he must finally be happy with whatever he was doing, he comes and opens my door.
“Were you waiting patiently for me?” he asks.
I nod my head, still patiently waiting for him to get out of my way so I can get out of the truck and see what he has planned for us. This is going to be so much better than going to Mitch’s. Sorry, Mitch.
Trent doesn’t move. Instead, he reaches across me and unbuckles my seat belt for me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him. I squawk and hurriedly wrap my arms and legs around his body, like a koala, so he won’t drop me.
“What are you doing?” I exclaim, happiness bubbling through me.
He holds me tight, keeping one hand banded across my back and the other one supporting my ass. I think he just wanted to touch my ass, if I’m being honest, but I’m not complaining. He can cop a feel if he wants. Multiple, preferably.
When he rounds the back of the pick up and sits me on the tailgate, he kisses me. Hard, pushing his tongue in my mouth when I gasp at the intensity.
“What?” I pull back, breathlessly and he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I might have jumped the gun, but do you remember when I told you I wrote to you every day?”
