Misha whispered something to her, something low enough that I couldn't hear, but Aspen took a larger mouthful.
Had he noticed?
We shared a look, and he simply blinked at me and turned his attention back to my sister.
Over the remainder of the meal, I took note of their interactions and had to admit that I could understand why Aspen was enamored.
She had his focus.
All of it.
It would have been intimidating for some, but she was a rockstar’s daughter, and she was used to people wanting a piece of her—not for herself, not because she was Aspen and because she was a great person, but because she was Dagger Daniels’s kid.
If it had started out as a crush because he wanted to get closer to Dad, I thought that had long since faded.
As we watched the game afterward, Aidan kissed my ear. "Should I start getting jealous?"
My lips twitched. "About what?"
"How hard you're studying Misha."
I grinned. "Nah. My pussy's all yours."
"Ewww." Paris cringed. "I did not just hear you say that."
"You shouldn't be listening to private conversations."
Camden chuckled. "What did she say?"
"I can't say it without gagging," Paris declared dramatically.
I reached over and popped an M&M into my mouth and told Camden, "I said, ‘My pussy is Aidan's.’"
Camden crinkled his nose. "TMI, Vana."
"You know it." I winked at him. "I'm the Queen of TMI, haven’t you learned that already?"
"You'remyqueen," Aidan rumbled in my ear as he nipped my earlobe.
I shuddered at the gesture and cuddled into him as the Dolphins scored a touchdown.
"Thank you for giving me this," I said softly.
He angled his head so I could see his scowl. "I'd give you the world, Savannah. Thanksgiving with your family is nothing."
I brushed my lips against his, well aware that this was only the first of many holidays we'd share as a married couple.
The future might be crazy, it might be dangerous, but we'd get through it.
Together.