Her eyes soften.
“But nobody seems to take care of you.”
The room goes still.
The words hanging there between us.
And suddenly I know I've hit something important.
Something real.
“Kai...”
“So, yeah.”
I shrug.
Trying to play it off.
Failing miserably.
“I think you're pretty damn incredible. And me? I’m the lucky guy taking care of you right now.”
The look she gives me after that?
I'm done for.
Absolutely done for.
Her fingers curl around my shoulders.
Holding on.
Not tightly.
Just enough.
Like she needs the connection as much as I do.
Trust.
That's what this is.
Not lust.
Not just attraction.
Trust.
And God help me, that means more than anything.
“I think those pants look pretty uncomfortable,” she whispers, her eyes lighting up mischievously.
“Mine or yours?” I ask, my heart pounding like a runaway train.
“Both,” she whispers, and her hands are on my fly.
Fuck. Me.