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I sat up slightly, cupping her face in my hands. “I’m not your father, Erika. We won’t be like your parents,” I said, my tone soft but resolute.
She sighed, her shoulders relaxing a fraction. “Cut me some slack, Elliott. I don’t move at lightspeed.”
I chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Neither do I,” I admitted. “But I feel like a slave to your love. Three months ago, I never would’ve believed this could happen, but here we are.”
Her expression softened, but she didn’t let it slide. “We still need to talk.”
I rolled over, pulling her on top of me, feeling her warmth pressed against me. “Talk,” I urged, my hands running soothingly up and down her back.
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she said, “The bitch part… it really hurt me. It’s always been a trigger word for me because it’s what my father always called my mother.”
I closed my eyes, regret slicing through me. “I never should’ve said it. My mother taught me better than that.”
“Name-calling is a deal breaker for me, Lincoln,” she said, her voice steady but with an edge. “I can’t have that kind of strife in my household.”
I looked up at her, a smile tugging at my lips despite the seriousness of the moment. “Are you considering moving in with me?”
She rolled her eyes, a faint smile curving her lips. “Not yet. Let’s see how it goes.”
I grinned. “I’m happy with that.”
She let out a small laugh. “I’m sure you are. You just got laid and suckered me into agreeing to eventually move in with you.”
“You got a deal, too,” I countered, lifting an eyebrow. “I’m going to the wedding.”
She narrowed her eyes at me playfully. “You promise to behave?”
“Of course,” I said with mock indignation. “I wouldn’t embarrass you… but I could get drunk if that’s what you want.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scolded, swatting my chest. “I need you on your best behavior.”
“Then I will be,” I promised, my tone softening as I reached up to tuck another lock of hair behind her ear. After a beat, I asked, “Would you like me to feed you?”
She rested her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “I think so.”
“Shower first, then food,” I suggested, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“What if I want food first?” she teased, her voice muffled against my chest.
“Do you?”
She shifted again, sliding off me, her head still resting on my chest. Her blonde hair was wild from our earlier activities, and I began smoothing it down with gentle strokes.
“You ruined my panties,” she muttered, holding up the torn lace with a pout.
I smirked. “You have more here,” I reminded her, thinking of the drawer I’d given her before our fallout. I’d hoped she would take up even more space in my life.
“These were my favorite pair,” she said, pouting. “And they were expensive.”
“I can buy you more,” I offered, my tone sincere.
“Hmm, I did mention it was the perfect time for gifts,” she mused, a playful glint in her eyes.
I feigned shock, placing a hand over my heart. “You would take advantage of my humbled state?”
She grinned, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “Not always, but this time, yes.”
I chuckled, brushing a kiss to her temple. “We can hit the stores if you like.”
