It’s gentle and steady, and works far too well on my chaotic brain. I melt into him, my arms sliding around his lean waist. “You smell good.” His chest rumbles against my cheek. “I showered after the game this time.” “Does that mean you trust me with your son?” “Don’t ask me that, Montgomery. You’re in a fragile state, and I’d have to lie to you so I don’t feel bad.” “Kai?” “Hmm?” “Why are you hugging me?” He exhales, my body moving against his with the movement. “I don’t know. You seemed like you needed one. I’ve been told I’m a fixer so I guess it was instinct.”
