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“Are you sure? Because James . . .” He rubs my back in long, comforting strokes. “Is James. You’re you. I’ve never wanted you to be anyone but yourself, and it’s on me if that got lost in translation. My father—your granddad—he tried his best, you know? But he was the stoic type. There was always a next step. Somewhere else to go. And mostly, that worked as motivation for me. But I see now that your needs are different, and I’m sorry I’ve failed you for so long.”
He takes in a deep, shuddering breath. “I’ll tell you it as often as you need. I won’t let my love go unsaid or unfelt. Not anymore. You’re precious to me, son.”
“Your mother will want to be there too, I’m sure. After all, we’ll be traveling with her to see Regionals. The Frozen Four, too, when you get there.” Warmth spreads through my insides. “If we get there.” “You will.” He nods, like it’s an indisputable fact. “I’ve seen the tape, son. You’ll get there, and you’ll win.”
“Let’s go watch the skating for a while. And tell me more about this girl you’re going to marry one day.”
which led to Cooper getting that look in his eyes that means I’m about to be devoured. It’s a look I’m powerless to resist, but in my defense, I think most women would agree with me. You don’t get eye-fucked by Cooper Callahan and then turn him down when he gets on his knees.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. Those two brief words make happiness glow in my chest, because I fucking love being his good girl—the only thing that’s better is being his brat, because he gets all growly—but then I remember that there’s no time for cuddling.
