Page 4 of The Pushy Pixies Are Going Down
His eyes searched mine for a moment. “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, I just… I don’t like talking about it.”
I nodded since I’d picked up on that. Miles was generally kind of closed off and had trouble letting people in. From the little I’d learned this weekend, it was no wonder he was that way. He hadn’t had anyone in his corner in a long time—perhaps never.
“I’m sorry, Win. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m really sorry. I—”
I cut him off with a kiss. “It’s alright, sweetheart. We don’t have to talk about it tonight.” I wanted to, boy, did I want to. But I didn’t think either of us was up for any kind of emotional conversation right now.
“What if you come over tomorrow for dinner? We can talk then.”
That made me smile and pull him in for a quick hug. The fact that he was inviting me over so soon made my chest warm. “That sounds wonderful.”
He took a deep breath, almost like he was breathing me in, then pulled away. “Thank you for understanding, Win.”
I kissed his lips. “Are you ready for bed now?”
He searched my eyes for a moment, then nodded.
I smiled. “Okay.” I kissed him again because I could. Now that I was allowed to kiss him and touch him, I wasn’t going to be able to stop. “Let’s go to bed. I can go home to get ready in the morning. I’ll give Faerie Be Gone my two-weeks’ notice.”
“You still want to work with me?”
As if the answer would’ve ever been no. “Of course.”
He smiled, took a breath, then grabbed my hand, gently pulling me toward the stairs. I followed without pause all the way to his bedroom.
Since we were both already in sweatpants and t-shirts, I climbed into bed and opened my arms. Miles switched off the light and surprised me by climbing right into my arms and snuggling in. He was so unused to comforting touches that I’d expected to have to drag him to me. But I’d definitely take this anytime. I kissed his hair and held him tightly.
Goliath hopped on the bed and lounged across our legs, making me laugh and say, “Dude, you can’t get on Miles’s furniture like that.”
Miles patted my chest with a soft chuckle. “He’s fine. I don’t mind.”
“You’re gonna mind when your legs fall asleep and you wake up covered in fur.”
He snorted again and waved me off.
Odin climbed right on top of him and settled on his hip—since he was on his side—so I supposed he was used to being covered in animals.
Even Sola joined the party, perching on the headboard right above our heads.
I gave him a squeeze and another kiss on the top of his head.
We had a lot to talk about—like how the hell he didn’t tell me he used to be a detective, like seriously, what the hell?—but that could wait.
Knowing that didn’t change how I felt about him. It maybe made me a bit wary because I had a record, and I wasn’t sure how that looked for him to be dating an ex-con. But my feelings absolutely hadn’t changed.
I’d told him before that I hoped he’d be my boyfriend one day, and hopefully, we’d be even more to each other in the future, and I’d meant it.
Having him in my arms went a long way to mending the hurt I felt. And even though I was confused and curious, I pushed all of that away and focused on his soft breath ghosting across my collarbone and the way his hand fisted my shirt like he was afraid I’d slip away in the middle of the night.
He definitely didn’t have to worry about that.
I was right where I wanted to be.
And right now, I was pretty sure we both just needed lots of cuddles and a good night’s sleep.
Everything else could wait.
Chapter Two
