Twenty-Eight
Ryn rolls me onto my side so that he’s lying next to me. “Okay.” He kisses my chin. “You don’t need to say anything.” Another kiss on my neck. “I think I got your answer loud and clear.”
I trace my fingers from his brow down to his chin. “If this is coming home,” I say in a breathless whisper, “let’s never leave.”
“I don’t plan to.” He catches my fingers and kisses them. “Sit up,” he whispers, then moves behind me and pulls me against his chest. His legs hem me in on either side. He brushes my hair aside and kisses me behind my ear before wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my shoulder.
I can’t believe how happy I am right now. It seems stupid that I pushed these feelings away for so long when they have the ability to bring so much joy.
“It was the tiny gl
