Page 32 of Bride ’N Boots

“You know about my past,” I drawled. “Until this afternoon it was my present.”

His brow furrowed. “Wait, are you saying⁠—”

“Ethan’s the only one I’ve ever been with, Stratton.” I boldly met his gaze. “But you’re the only one who’s ever made me come.”

He took a deep breath. “Fuck, gremlin.”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“You’ve got a lot to make up for,” he said.

“Don’t I know it,” I said with a rueful smile. “Now that I know what it’s supposed to be like, I’m addicted.”

He held up a bite of sausage to me.

I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”

He frowned in confusion and then understanding dawned. He laughed. “Total accident, I swear.”

I bit into the sausage. It squirted and dribbled down my chin.

“Oh, come on,” he said, laughing and wiping the grease from my chin.

My phone pinged and I looked around for it.

“Nightstand,” he said. “You did put my number into your phone, right?”

“Yes.” I got up and went to retrieve my cell.

“You didn’t text me,” he stated. “So, I don’t have your number.”

“I was about to text you, but then Arden called. And I got distracted.” I picked up my cell and glanced at the screen. “Ah, speak of the devil.”

I unlocked my phone and went to our text thread. “She sent some photos from the shoot.”

“Yeah? I want to see.”

I went back to the couch and sat close to him, our knees touching. We scrolled through the pictures together.

“Holy hell, these are good,” I said in awe.

“Better than good,” he said. “They look like real wedding photos. We look good together.”

I stared at the photo of us standing next to Honeysuckle. Stratton was looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole. I looked like I was about to let him.

“What do you think we were talking about in this shot?” I asked, glancing at him.

“Babies.”

My breath hitched. “Oh, right. Babies.”

“Does that scare you?” he asked, pushing a strand of wet hair behind my ear.

“No. Does that scare you?”

“I’m the one who brought it up,” he pointed out. “Both times.”

“I guess that’s a no.” I smiled at him.