“Damn you, Tag Masters,” I laugh while burying my face in his chest.
He laughs hard, and then his hand slides down my back, almost to my side as he traces the lines of—oh shit!
My body stiffens, and he laughs the second he feels my rigid terror.
“That’s right, baby. I saw it, too.”
“Shit,” I growl, jerking the sheet back over my bare body.
“I happen to find it rather endearing. I mean, after all, you really went and got tagged.”
I let a laugh escape while covering my head, and then he pulls down the sheet to force me back to his body.
“Why’d you get that, specifically?”
“Tequila made me do it.”
He laughs ferociously hard, and I smile against the vibrations of his chest.
“Seriously.”
I take a deep breath, and then I shrug. I didn't know I was pregnant when I left that wedding. A few drinks and a clouded mind will make you act crazy.
“I don’t know. I guess I thought I’d never see you again, and it was one of the best weekends I’ve ever had. I wanted to remember it. And come on, you fell in a mermaid fountain because you were staring at me. It seemed to represent the weekend pretty well.”
He snickers lightly. “That I did." His laughter tapers off, and a look of seriousness cloaks his face. "I’m curious about something. How did your birthmother pass away?”
I look up, frowning a little. “Are we playing the truth game again?”
He pulls my hand in his as his fingers trace over mine.
“No. No more games.”
I smile a little, and then I shrug.
“A car crash. She was on her way home from work, and she collided with the side of a mountain after having a seizure. She hadn’t had them in years, but she and my dad had been fighting, and it’s possible the stress provoked it. My dad blamed himself for a while, but then he moved on—just as everyone in life does. I don’t even remember her.”
I hate talking about this. I love my mom even though I don’t remember her, simply because of the way she loved me through the pictures.
We sit there in a comfortable silence for a while as he just holds me, making me feel as though this is more than it ever will be. It’s comforting and depressing at the same time, but I try to push it out of my mind.
“So, I have a question,” he murmurs softly while kissing the top of my head.
“Mm?”
“Since Kinset has an incredible website now, I’m not far from launching the business. That being said, I also need a date to the launch party. Will you go with me?”
I smile, unable to hide the girly side of me as I giggle a little.
“Well, it would look bad for you to be living with your child’s mother and yet take another girl to the launch, so… hmm… I guess I’ll go.”
I expect him to laugh, but he’s silent as his fingers continue to play with mine. I look up to see a faint smile on his lips as he stares at my hand.
“I want you to go as more than just my child’s mother, Ash.”
My heart stops. I knew this would happen. Shit. No.
“What do