Page 7 of The Fighter who Needed Me
Brooks smiled and sat in one of the chairs they had in their cabin. “She certainly has. I am glad to see her finally speak to you. And not just turn up her nose when you come around.”
Burk glared at him, “She is just trying to get used to me. That is all.”
Brooks shook his head. Loving that his brother was so stubborn and would not give in for anything.
Burk laughed a little. “I love her Brooks. I always have. I just need her to see it.”
Brooks clapped him on the shoulder. “She will Burk. I know she will.”
Burk smiled and then stood. “I am going to go see her. I need to.”
Brooks laughed, “Go, I will speak with you later.”
Burk grinned and walked out of the doorway, after ducking it of course.
He was so tall that the doors were hard for him and he had hit his head more than once.
Brooks chuckled and lay back on his bunk.
Tonight, was the night. He was marrying Persephone, the woman of his dreams and making her his.
Finally. He had longed to make her his own since the first time he had seen her, but that was not who he was.
He knew she would need time and he would give it to her.
But tonight, it would finally be time.
He wished he knew what to do when it came to pleasing women, but he also knew he was grateful that no one other than Persephone had touched his body.
He would know how to please her when he saw her naked. And that was that.
Brooks shut his eyes and tried his best to not think of his woman naked, and in all her glory, but it was damned difficult.
Sighing, he turned and tried valiantly to be patient for tonight.
