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“Cross?”
Was she about to take it back?
“Yeah?”
“Oh, just checking. Because you know the second you pass out, I’m getting out of this bed.”
He snickered and closed his eyes. “I know.”
Seconds later, he was fast asleep.
*
It didn’t come as a surprise to find himself alone in bed when he woke up. He glanced over at the nightstand. It was after five. He dragged his hand over his face. He could probably spendanother hour in bed. His body still ached from the long ride. It should’ve been two days, but Cross had wanted to get home to her.
His phone pinged, and he grabbed it from the nightstand. There were countless messages and missed calls from Ace and Wraith. A few from Cue, and even Gent. He dropped his phone on the table. He’d get back to them.But not now.
Cross threw off the covers, dropping his feet to the floor and staring at the open door. She was somewhere in the house. His woman. He’d spend the rest of his life waking up, knowing she was there. He pushed up from the bed and grabbed his jeans but didn’t bother with his shirt. He walked barefoot down the hallway and found her in the kitchen making a salad.
So fucking domestic.It should’ve scared him. It didn’t.
“Hey.”
Addison turned. “Good morning or should I say evening. You sleep good?”
Cross walked up to her and cupped her jaw. “I love you, too.”
She knitted her brows and parted her lips, but he cut her off.
“Not saying it ’cause you said it last night.”
Her lips twitched. “This morning.”
Cross snorted, strumming his thumbs over her cheek. “Didn’t say it back ’cause it caught me off guard. Can’t remember the last time I said that to anyone. But I felt it.”
Addison leaned closer, and he kissed her. This woman? This life? It was fucking perfect.
Cross ended the kiss, knowing he was in desperate need of a shower. He slapped her ass, and started through the kitchen. His phone pinged again, but he didn’t bother looking at it.
“You want breakfast or dinner?”
“Lunch.” He winked. “Gotta take a shower and call back Ace. He and Wraith have been blowing up my phone.”
“Wait, you haven’t talked to them yet?”
Cross turned, and she was grinning.
“Baby, I just got up.”
“Yeah, but I thought you would’ve called them first.”
Cross smirked. “First thing I did was come find you.”
Her eyes softened. “To tell me you love me?”
“Yeah.”
Addison flattened her lips, keeping her smile at bay, but he read through it. His phone pinged again, and he sighed. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
