Page 105 of Trucker
Of course, I’d move in with him.
Flushing, I snaked my hand into his and when he looked down at where we were connected, I lifted my chin proudly and continued on our walk.
The air swirled around us, cool as the sun was now hiding behind some clouds—it had threatened to rain all day but hadn’t.
“Mayson?”
“Mm?”
“I know you may not be ready—just know that I love you.” I cleared my throat. “I can wait until you feel ready to say it back. I won’t pressure you.”
“Is that so?”
I nodded. “For men, I understand it’ll happen when you’re ready. You don’t have to tell me with words right now. I know how you feel.”
He made a thoughtful sound in his throat.
Feeling lighter, I was happier as he stopped to treat us to ice-cream before we walked back toward home. He held my hand tighter, drew closer to my side as we silently ate our cold treat,
It was dusk by the time we arrived back at the house. Lena hurried by us, yelling a greeting and a goodbye as she was already late for her date with Bishop.
I chuckled.
“Be safe!” I hollered.
“I will!” She replied, climbing into Kaos’ truck because it was blocking her car.
I watched as she maneuvered the massive vehicle backwards out of the driveway and disappeared out of the laneway. Once she was out of sight, I listened to the engine die in the distance.
“Are you coming?” Trucker asked.
“Yup.” I hurried in with him and poked my head in to find the others playing a game of Dominoes.
“We’re heading out.” Trucker called.
It took another hour to get out of the house after hugs and numerous attempts at leaving.
Trucker took me back to his place and led me into the bedroom. Confused at the serious contemplation on his face, I allowed him to sit me on the edge of his bed before producing a long, red velvet box.
“I know your birthday is going to be crazy.” Trucker told me. “With the cadets and these guys—I wanted to give you a part of your present now. Open it.”
Holding my breath, I lifted the lid on the box and gasped.
“Oh, Trucker!” I stared at the white gold bracelet with the pearl embellishments.
“If you don’t like it, we can?—”
“Baby.” I leaned in to kiss him. “I love it. Of course, I love it! It’s a gift from you. Can you put it on me?”
Trucker smiled and lifted the delicate piece of jewelry onto my wrist. Once he had it latched, I fell against his chest, tangling my arms around his waist.
“Thanks for the gift, Mayson. I will cherish it.”
Some time passed and Trucker left me to check my emails. When he returned, it was with a glass of wine. He traded a kiss for the wine and grinned handsomely at me.
“I’ll run you a bath.” Trucker told me.
“And will you join me?”
