Page 191 of Slapshot Kiss

Our little family.

The thought makes my chest feel impossibly full.

Then Wyatt presses a kiss to my neck. “So.”

I smile. “So?”

“Now that you’re officially moving in, I think we should establish some house rules.”

I turn in his arms. “Let’s hear them.”

“Rule number one: no stealing my hoodies.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Rejected.”

“Fine. Rule number two: no letting Pickles eat socks.”

“That’s already a rule.”

“Right.”

“And rule number three?”

His expression changes.

He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “No more running when things get scary.”

My smile softens. “Okay.”

Wyatt brushes his mouth against mine. “Welcome home, Peachy.”

I smile and kiss him back.

THE END.