My head was thumping a bit from the crying, and I turned more to nuzzle into his chest.
“Better?” he asked, brushing my hair over my ear.
I nodded in response and tilted my head up to place my lips against his.
“So, foot in mouth is a Lockwood family trait, huh?”
Weston let out a low chuckle, a smile forming on his face. “I guess it must be. It’s from my father’s side, and I will try and quell this awful genetic inheritance of mine. Because the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“That would be nice.” Silence took over, and after a moment I decided it was time to get moving again. “I think I want to take a shower,” I said and sat up. I turned to look at Weston. “Want to come?”
He smiled and kissed me. “I would love to join you, beautiful.”
We walked upstairs, hand in hand, to the
