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“You’re really pretty,” I hear myself say, completely unbidden. “Like my horse.” Marcos gives me a flat, incredulous look, which I deserve. Why the flying fuck did I just say that? I rush to talk, desperate to keep those dark eyes on mine. “I own horses. They’re really beautiful,” I tell him, leaning down a little bit so I don’t have to shout. And then, because bad can always get worse, I add, “I like to look at them.”
He must have known what he was doing when he put on a shirt that color. He shouldn’t be allowed to wear green. Green on Nate is a felony offense.
“No. I want to read and not talk to anybody for the rest of the day,” he says honestly.
I’m honestly floored he let me hold his hand at all. The Marcos from last semester certainly wouldn’t have. Nor would he have gone on a date with me, I realize. Maybe I need to capitalize on his good mood, and ask him to move in with me. What if he’s never this agreeable again?
Falling in love with Nate was a little like stumbling while walking down a hill. I tried to catch myself, but eventually gravity won.
“I told Luke I’d be at the diner by six, and if I’m late, he gets in a panic.” I have never related to Luke Kelly more.
“I’ll want you to. I love you, and that’s not going to change.” “Even when I don’t want you to touch me? Or cuddle?” I trail my fingertips up his side, drawing attention to how close we’re sitting. “Even then.” “Even when I take long trips to visit Max?” “Especially then,” he agrees firmly. “Because I’ll miss you so bad, it’ll be incredible once you return.” “Well, good. Because I love you, too.”
“I didn’t realize I was so dirty,” I explain. “And you’ve been snuggling my nasty-ass for the last twelve hours.” “You could have been covered in sewage, and even then someone would have needed a crowbar to pry me away from you,” he responds dryly. “No crowbar needed. I mate for life—you’re stuck with me.”
“Claro, amor. ¿De qué te gustaría hablar?” He breathes softly against my neck. “¿Te digo cuánto te adoro?”
He presses closer in his sleep, seeking out that pocket of warmth between my neck and shoulder. I don’t push him away, even though it means his skin is touching mine. He’s too warm, but tonight it’s not the irritant it usually is. Tonight, it means he’s alive.
Optimism seems to be Nate’s default setting, while mine tends toward fatalism.
Originally, he was my secret weapon to entice you to come live here and fall in love with me. But turns out you didn’t need any enticing for that.”
“Honestly, it’s part of my introduction,” Luke agrees, as Max shakes his head at us and blushes. “I like to make sure people know I’m engaged to an NHL star and that I’m a pretty big fucking deal.”
“Descansa, amor,” he says on a sigh, shifting a touch closer. Even when we’re fighting, he says the same thing every night. I wait, knowing there’s more. “Te veo al amanecer.”
