Love,
Tina Hoenes
I look at Boon, and he grins back at me. “That’s nice.”
“She’s been worried, texting to see how you are daily.”
“Did you tell her we were coming home?”
“Yeah, that’s why she sent the flowers. I had the manager let the delivery guy in.” I set down the card, and he kisses my jaw. “Where do you wanna go?”
My arms tighten around his neck. “Here. Only here.”
“Where?” he asks, his brows touching.
“In your arms.”
The brightest grin takes over his face before he kisses my nose. “I can do that.”
“I figured you could.”
He then carries me back to the bedroom and toes out of his shoes as I kick mine off. He lays us down together so we don’t break apart, and I cuddle deep beside him. I close my eyes as I bring my knees up into his stomach and my chest. It doesn’t hurt as bad when I do this. It actually feels good. “I just want you to hold me.”
He doesn’t have to agree with me verbally for me to know that’s all he wants too. His actions speak louder than all the words in the world. Boon holds me closer, his lips moving along my temple and forehead in such a mesmerizing way. Before I know it, I pass out. I guess the plane ride took more out of me than I originally suspected.
When I wake up, it’s dark and Boon isn’t beside me.
“Boon?”
He appears in the doorway. He pushes up the dimmer a bit so it doesn’t blind me before approaching the bed. “Hey. Nice nap?”
“Yeah,” I say groggily. “I’m starving.”
“Good. I made dinner.”
My lips twitch. “You cooked?”
He nods. “Yup. Do we need to change your pad?”
I know it’s insane to think you can fall for someone over and over again, but I do when he does things like this for me.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Come on.”
He helps me change. I thought since I’m not so drugged up anymore, I’d be embarrassed, but I’m not. He’s so encouraging, making it seem like it’s not a big deal. When we’re done, the way he carefully helps me up, lifting me into his arms, makes me feel like a damn queen and he’s my knight in shining armor. He carries me down the hall, and I lean into him. “I can walk.”
He scoffs. “Shh. If you keep saying that, I can’t use this excuse to carry you so your body stays pressed to mine.”
I take him by the chin and turn his head to meet my gaze. “You don’t need an excuse.”
His eyes darken as he presses his lips to mine. We kiss like it’s the first time, and my heart feels like it is. If this is what I have to look forward to, I don’t know if I can wait. When I pull back, I go to look in his eyes, but something catches my attention. I turn my head to find that my whole living room is illuminated by candles.
“Oh, Boon.”
He grins. “You haven’t even seen the best part.”
We enter the living room, and on the floor between the bar and the living room is a pillow fort. Like, a legit pillow fort that you make when you’re five. “I know it’s going to suck to get off the floor, so if you don’t want to, we can sleep out here.” He slowly lowers me to the floor. “I wanted to do something to make you smile.”
Tears are burning my eye sockets. “Not cry, though, right?”
“Nope. I’ve cried enough for both of us,” he says with a wink before he gets up and grabs two plates. Shelli had said he was a blubbering mess, but I almost didn’t believe her. When he hands me my plate, he’s grinning, so damn proud of himself. “So, I made gluten-free waffles with bacon and eggs and fruit. Gluten is bad for your thyroid.”
“Okay, now I’m gonna cry.”
“Why? I love you. I want to make things good for you!”
“No, you’re taking away the gluten,” I tease, and he laughs.
“I won’t eat it either,” he says, sitting down beside me. “Marshmallows don’t have gluten, by the way.”
I snort as I take a piece of bacon. “This is incredibly romantic, Boon Zachariah Hoenes.”
He shrugs. “Not yet.” He lifts his phone, hitting the screen, and then music starts to play. “Now, it’s romantic.”
“Yes, the music did it.”
“I know,” he says before filling his mouth with a huge piece of waffle, and I can’t help but stare at him. “Try it. It’s good.”
He holds his fork out to me, and I take a bite. It isn’t bad, but it’s missing the gluten for sure. “It’s good.”
“Told ya,” he says, cupping my knee. “When the team gets back into town tomorrow, I’m gonna have Shelli come by and sit with you while I go get a fresh bag and my truck. I figured you’d rather have her than your mom, but your mom is coming tomorrow night. She threatened me.”