"Thank you for this."
"Don't let that go," I warned again.
"Don't regret giving it to me."
He pressed his forehead to mine.
I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin and thought he might have whispered something, but I didn't catch it if he did.It didn't matter.
We were together.
After the long awful day, nothing else was important.
Chapter 8
The sound of my bedroom door opening ended my forgettable dream, but it was the mouthwatering aroma of coffee that really woke me up.
I stretched but kept my eyes closed, allowing the anticipation to build.
Gideon took a seat on the edge of the mattress, and a moment later his fingers drifted across my cheek.
"How did you sleep?" "I missed you.
Is that coffee I smell for me?" "If you're good."
My eyes popped open.
"But you like me bad."
His smile did crazy things to me.
He'd dressed already in one of his amazingly sexy suits and looked much better this morning than he had the night before.
"I like you bad with me.
Tell me about this concert on Friday."
"It's a band called Six-Ninths.
That's all I know.
Wanna go?" "It's not a question of whether I want to go.
If you're going, so am I."
My brows rose.
"Is that right? And what if I hadn't asked you?" He reached for my hand and gently twirled my promise ring around my finger.
"Then you wouldn't be going, either."
"Excuse me?" I shoved my hair back.
Noting the set look on his gorgeous face, I sat up.
"Gimme that coffee.
I want to be caffeinated when I kick your ass."