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I nod, but my body’s still sluggish, the adrenaline from our escape drained by sleep.
I need something to spark me up, something to carry me through the cold and the unknown. I turn to him, my eyes wide and playful, leaning into my Little side…
“Daddy, can I have a kiss? You know, for energy? I gotta hike, and I need my Daddy’s superpowers!” I giggle, batting my lashes, knowing he can’t resist when I’m like this.
Max laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that fills the car and makes my heart flutter.
“Superpowers,eh?”Max smiles, raising an eyebrow, but his grin says he’s all in. “Alright, Little One, come here.”
Max leans over, his hand cupping my cheek, and pulls me into a kiss, passionate and warm, his lips firm against mine. It’s like fire, sparking through me, chasing away the sleep and the fear.
I melt into him, my hands gripping his jacket, Felix squished between us as I kiss him back, pouring all my trust, all my feelings, into it.
It’s not just a kiss—it’s a promise, a reminder of the life we talked about, the one I want so bad. His warmth, his strength, it’s everything, and for a moment, the forest, the danger, the guns—it all fades away.
Max finally pulls back, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with that same fire I saw in the snow.
“That enough energy for you?” Max teases, his voice rough but playful, and I giggle, my cheeks flushed.
“Plenty, Daddy,” I say, sticking out my tongue. “But maybe one more for the road?”
My Daddy shakes his head, laughing again, but there’s a flicker of urgency in his eyes, and I know we can’t linger.
“Time to move,” Max says, his tone shifting to serious. “Pack Felix inside your jacket, keep him safe. We’re walking, and we’re walkinghard. Stay close, no dawdling.”
He’s back to Guard mode, but the Daddy softness is still there, and it makes me feel ready, like I can face anything with him by my side.
I nod, tucking Felix inside my jacket, his plush head peeking out as I zip it up.
“Ready, Daddy,” I say, my voice steadier now, the kiss still buzzing through me.
I step out of the sedan, the cold air hitting me like a slap, the forest looming dark and dense. Max’s right beside me, his hand on my back, guiding me as we start the hike, our boots crunching through the snow-dusted ground.
The trees are thick, their branches blocking out most of the light, and every snap of a twig makes my heart jump, reminding me of that shadow I saw yesterday, those men with guns.
But Max’s steady, his eyes scanning the forest, his gun probably close at hand, and I focus on his presence, on Felix’s warmth against my chest, to keep the fear from taking over.
We move fast, the path narrow but clear, and I push myself to keep up, my legs burning but my heart strong.
I’m scared, yeah, but I’m also determined, the same fire that got me through sold-out shows and that ski race that I kinda know Daddy let me win pushing me forward.
I’m not just Billie B anymore—I’m Max’s Little, and I’m going to be brave for him, forus.
As we hike, I hold onto that dream of a normal life, of Max and me and Felix, of my mom living close, and it gives me the energy to keep going, one step at a time, toward whatever’s waiting with Cole and Connor.
And I even allow myself a quiet giggle as I wonder whether Cole and Connor will be as jaw-droppingly good looking and gruff as my Daddy…
Chapter 22
Max
The forest is dense, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as Billie and I push through the underbrush, our boots crunching on the snow-dusted ground.
His small hand is wrapped tightly around mine, his breath quick and shallow, the silence of the woods pressing down on us like a weight.
He’s scared, I can feel it in the way he clings to me, his body pressed close, Felix peeking out from his jacket.
“It’s too quiet, Daddy,” Billie whispers, his voice trembling, his eyes darting to the shadows between the trees.
