“But it ever gets too heavy, you got me. Your mom. Your sister. You’ve got the club. We’ve all got your back. You don’t have to carry this load alone. Got me?”
“I get you.”
“Now dry off and get in bed. I’ll be right behind you.”
I do as he says. I go through the motions getting ready for bed trying not to be overcome with grief and guilt. Those dark thoughts are there though. Attempting to claw their way out and take hold of me. I brush my teeth and leave to give Nav his privacy.
I find another one of his tees and climb into bed. It’s not long before he slides in next to me, and I lay my head on his shoulder, avoiding his ribs.
“Had different plans for how I thought tonight would end.” He kisses my forehead then lets out a wince.
“Can you take more painkillers or whatever?”
“Got all I need to heal me in this bed.”
“Who knew you were so damn sweet, Austin.”
“Fuck. Love my name on those lips, cupcake.”
“I think I’ll stick with Nav.”
“Nope. When you’re in my bed or outside of the clubhouse, it’s Austin.”
“Okay.”
“That’s my girl.” His words sliver through me in a delicious way.
His girl.
Yeah. I’m his.
And he’s mine.
All mine.
I forgot to ask. Though I’m not sure I want to know. “How’d things go with Bambi?”
“As expected.” His answer doesn’t give me anything, but I suppose it’s all I’m going to get for now. It’s enough.
We have to learn to trust each other.
I have to trust that he’ll tell me what I need to know when I need to know it. It’s the life of an ol’ lady. Not that I’m officially one…yet.