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The irony is not lost on me, that he’s the first man who’s ever truly made me feel heard in my life and he can’t hear a word I’m saying.
I didn’t need you. I don’t need anyone. “But, Sunshine,” I mutter to the empty room, “what if I need you?”
He swallows and blinks, snapping himself out of it. “Sorry. Caveman moment.” A smile tugs at my mouth. “Caveman moment?” “You’re beautiful. I have four brothers about to see you. I’m feeling a little possessive.”
“I’m scared too, Sunshine. This is vulnerable shit.” His mouth is a breath away from mine. “I just know I’d rather be afraid with you than fearless with anyone else.”
“Willa Rose Sutter, I will do everything humanly possible with every breath I have never to hurt you.”
“I want Ryder who read to my dying mother,” she whispers. “I want Ryder who brought me whiskey and peanut butter cups and was the first man to ever slow down and hold me and help me feel safe enough to fall apart. I want the man who carried me down a mountain today. I want his quiet strength and his big heart. I want you.”
“I want what you want,” I tell him, loud and clear, slow and sure. I don’t want him to miss a word I say. “All-in, fair and square. I want to be afraid with you rather than fearless and alone. Only when it’s us.” Ryder’s hands are vise grips on my waist. “Because I love you, Ryder Bergman. I’m scared shitless to say it, but I love you. I love you, and I always will.”
