Page 91 of The Pact
Or maybe I might.
But then she opens her eyes and nods once.
“I’ll think about it.”
Relief and fear hit me at the same time.
“Thank you,” I say, walking over to her and taking her hands in mine.
She shakes her head slightly. “Don’t thank me yet. I haven’t said yes.”
I don’t answer, but I do bring her hands up to my mouth and kiss her knuckles.
She’s staying the night again, like she has every night since Savannah died. Not because I asked, but because when the wine sits unfinished and the question of marriage hangs between uslike a live wire, neither of us knows what to say, but we also don’t want to be apart.
So we go upstairs quietly and check on the kids.
Rhyan has already kicked off her blanket. And Remy is clutching the blankets in his hand.
Presley fixes Rhyan’s blanket while I stand in the doorway watching her, wondering what this would look like if it was real. Not a strategic move or a court-friendly agreement. Something real.
I tuck the thought away, because today was a lot.
We walk into my room, still silent.
I change while Presley’s in the bathroom, and she comes out, wearing one of my old T-shirts she started sleeping in and hasn’t stopped.
The sight nearly does me in. But not in a sexual way. Emotionally. Like she looks like she belongs here with me.
I break my stare and go to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
When I come out, she’s already under the covers, and I turn off the light and climb in beside her.
For a minute, we just lie there, facing each other in the dark. The space is small between us.
“You okay?” she whispers.
“I’m not really sure.”
Her hand finds mine under the blanket.
“Me neither.”
I let out a breath. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked like that.”
“Yes”—she smiles softly—“you should have.”
I still.
“Because that’s who we are. But I just can’t answer like that,” she adds.
I nod. “I get it.”
She moves closer, tucking her body into my side, and I wrap my arm around her automatically.
Her head settles on my chest, and I press my lips to her hair. Not kissing, just there.
“Presley?”
