I’m in the closet hanging up dresses when Liam calls my name.
“I’m in here,” I tell him.
He appears in the doorway and leans against the frame; he gives me a wicked grin that makes my panties wet. Good grief, it’s like he turned on my horny switch.
“How’d it go?” I ask.
“Great. Banjo loves the yard. Keller thinks he might want some gloves to play fetch with her.”
That makes me laugh. “Sounds about right. You know, even as a baby, he didn’t like his hands to get dirty.”
“I mean, he’s not wrong. Touching those slobber-covered tennis balls is gross. I think I’ll wait a few weeks before I introduce him to the joys of scooping up the poop from the yard so you don’t step on it.”
“Yeah, you definitely want to wait on that. And maybe don’t hold your breath on him helping.”
“It’s all good. It’s not as nasty with the help of the long-handled tools. Fuck, why are we talking about dog shit?”
I shrug. “You brought it up.”
“I did.”
“Did you need something?” I ask.
“Yeah, I need you.” He comes into the closet and pulls me into his arms.
The dress and hanger in my hands squish between our bodies.
“I’m in love with you, Wren Gregory, I hope you know that.”
“I love you too, Liam. I always have.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I know I’m not the same person you fell in love with so long ago. The last decade of my life has shaped me in a way that doesn’t always make me proud. Oddly enough, just being near you makes me feel like I’m healing though. But it might take a while. Are you sure I’m not too broken and damaged for you?”
“No. Never. You are everything. Its always been you, Songbird. Even when I wasn't supposed to want you, I still did. Now I get to call you mine. Forever.”
“Forever?”
“Yep. No take backs. We made vows.”
“In that creepy chapel?”
“Exactly. Vows made in creepy chapels last the longest. I think I read that somewhere.”
I laugh. “Are you sure about that?”
“Most definitely.” His hands slide down to my hips. “So, Keller is showing Banjo the wonders of a brand-new LEGO kit. That should buy us enough time for me to fuck you at least once.”
“At least,” I agree.
“Then let’s get started.”
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