Dylan buried his nose in Heaven’s hair and inhaled its sweet scent. He stroked her back as he laid his head atop hers. She consumed him. Was it sappy? One hundred percent. Layne would give him seven kinds of s**t, but another side of him emerged when it came to Heaven.
Yeah, he wanted her. Wanted to touch every inch of her body and hear his name shouted from her lips.
Their connection was the root of the problem. Her femininity awoke his softer side.
Didn’t mean he couldn’t kick Layne’s a*s.
It wasn’t long before their sweet moment passed. A low voice drifted up the stairs, followed by giggling.
Heaven heard them, too. She turned to face the top step, but she remained in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his chest to her back just as Scott and Hope made th
