Can't Help Falling in Love - Samantha Chase Page 0,87
the block and didn’t care how crazy she looked.
The closer she got, the bigger her smile grew, and she noticed Hunter’s was the same. And when she was close enough to jump into his arms, she did. Wrapping herself completely around him, she held on as tight as she could–afraid somehow that this wasn’t real or that she was dreaming.
Two strong arms banded around her, and as she buried her face against his neck and smelled the fresh scent of his cologne, she knew she was awake and this was real.
He was here.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks and down onto his neck, but neither let go for a long time. When she finally forced herself to look up, she feared she looked like hell and frantically tried to wipe at her face.
Hunter was the one to gently push her hands away so he could be the one to wipe away her tears, and the tender look on his face was enough to make her start crying again.
Carefully, he carried her over to her front steps and sat down with her in his lap. After a moment, he finally spoke. “Please tell me these are happy tears.”
Nodding, she reached up and grabbed his face and kissed him. There were quite possibly a million things she wanted to say, but they all could wait. Kissing Hunter and being kissed by him was what she needed more than anything right now. It was a little frantic and wet and all-consuming and so not the place for it, and that’s the only reason why she reluctantly lifted her head.
“Hunter Jones, I have one very important question for you,” she said breathlessly.
She saw him swallow hard before he nodded.
“Are there cupcakes in that box?”
Laughing, he got them both onto their feet. “Let’s go inside and find out.” He scooped up the box while she scrambled to find her keys in her purse, and once they were inside and away from the rest of the world, she took a minute to finally let it sink in that he was here. In her house. In Nashville. It was new and yet it felt like he was always supposed to be there.
“So, um…this is my home,” she said nervously.
He walked around and she was happy the place was clean. When she first got back from Magnolia Sound, there had been a few days where she let the dishes and laundry pile up. Luckily, she had gotten over that. The entire first floor was a fairly open floor plan and her office was tucked away in its own room. Upstairs she had three decent-sized bedrooms. It had been the first home she had purchased after years of renting. It was bigger than what she needed, but after so many years of sharing a room or having roommates, she wanted enough space of her own that she’d never feel crowded. But right now, she couldn’t wait to sell it and move to a tiny beach bungalow with two of the greatest guys in the world.
At least, she hoped that’s what was going to happen.
Clearing her throat to get his attention, she figured they should probably start talking. “What are you doing here, Hunter?”
His hands slid into his pockets and she could see the uncertainty in his eyes–like he suddenly didn’t know what to say. Motioning for him to have a seat on the sofa, Violet did her best to patiently wait to hear what he had to say. To keep herself busy, she opened the bakery box and smiled when she saw half a dozen cupcakes in there. Picking two of them, she put them on a plate and carried them out to the living room before sitting on the opposite end of the sofa.
“Your house if very nice, Violet,” he began as he stared down at his clasped hands. “And your neighborhood seems to be in a great location. Lots of stuff nearby.”
“Thanks, and yeah, one of the reasons I chose it was because I could walk to almost everything I need.”
He nodded, and they went quiet again.
“Hunter…”
“I should never have let you leave,” he finally said, turning his head to look at her. “You asked me to give you a reason to stay, and I should have said that I loved you. I should have said I’d do whatever it was you wanted because you mean more to me than anything else.” Then he chuckled and shook his head. “Except for Eli, but…”