Page 101 of A Frosty Flirtation
“Good. I plan to keep it that way.”
“Me too.” He takes my hand, thumb brushing gently across the back. “We haven’t been together long, but I’ve loved you as a friend for years.” His voice softens. “And now I love you in the deepest way, G.” He leans closer, his eyes staring intently into mine. “I really love you.”
Tears sting my eyes. “I love you too. So much.”
He nods. “So much.”
Our lips find their way together. The moment his mouth touches mine, all the emotion we’ve been keeping inside pours into our kiss. Every knot of fear in my chest loosens as I finally stop holding back. I fall fully and freely, because he’s mine and I’m his.
His hand slides to the back of my neck, warm and sure. The kiss deepens, slow and sweet, and I angle closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. My heart beats wildly, not from nerves, but from knowing this man is my home.
His thumb sweeps my cheek tenderly, sending a shiver down my spine. I breathe him in like air, and the world shrinks to his lips, his hands, and the soft sigh he lets slip against my mouth.
When we finally break apart, I’m breathless, overheated, and smiling so hard it’s borderline painful. I rest my forehead on his shoulder, not ready to let go.
Loving him feels inevitable. Like arriving at the place I was always meant to end up.
I lift my head, meeting those brown eyes.
“Yeah,” he whispers, brushing his nose against mine. “So much.”
