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“Because I’m going to ruin you for all future guys. I apologize in advance.”
A smile curves across my face. Smoking hot, bright as the sun, and a hard worker? Damn. My mom would love this girl.
“So money doesn’t matter once you get down to it. It doesn’t matter how thin or thick anyone’s wallet is. We all hurt. We all love. We’re the same. And your past, who you live with, where you came from, it doesn’t have to matter. You’re creating your own future, and I want to see where the road forward takes you.”
When he kisses me, it’s not anything like our previous encounters. Those were rough, hot, and sexually charged. This kiss is petal-soft and sweet as the syrup he ladles onto his words. It feels like he’s pouring tenderness over my head by the gallon. With each press of his lips against mine, he’s repeating his promise to give me nothing more than what I ask for. And it’s this kiss. This sweet, tender, thoughtful kiss that scares me more than anything I’ve ever felt.
“You’re jealous,” he teases. “No,” I lie. “You totally are.” Delight dances across his face. “You like me.” “No,” I lie again. “I told you—I was in the neighborhood. I figured I’d say hello.” “You’re better than this, baby. Why don’t you put us out of our misery and say yes already?” “Yes to what?” “A date. Just say yes.”
“What’s your dick’s name?” “Uh-uh,” he scolds. “That’s wife knowledge. I can’t tell you until the honeymoon.”
I slide an arm under her neck, and even in slumber she turns into me, her legs twining with mine. We sleep wrapped up in each other. Two halves of a bigger, better whole.
You’re the only one for me. My sun rises and sets on your smile. My heart beats because yours does.
Heart in my throat, and feeling happier than any man has the right to feel, I go get our little girl.
I growl. “Hate you? Jesus, woman.” Hauling her tight against me, I bury my face in her neck. “You still don’t get it, do you?” “Get what?” she asks in a small voice. “You. Me. Us. This.” I spit out words as they pop into my head. “You’re the one, Sabrina. There’s no one else for me in this world, nobody but you. If I was driving and saw you on the side of the road? You better believe I’d rip out a spark plug or two if it meant getting to spend even five seconds in your presence. You’re the fucking one.”
My goal, once upon a time, was to succeed. I didn’t realize that success wasn’t grades or scholarships or achievements, but the people I was lucky enough to have in my life. As I look around the room, I want to give everyone a hug and a thank-you. A hug to express how much I love them and a thank-you for loving me back. Because love is the ultimate goal. It’s not the one I had strived for, but I was lucky enough, so damn lucky, to achieve it.
