“You can always go upstairs.”
She buried her face in my chest. “I just want you.”
“How about we grab food and head up to my room?” I suggested, lifting her chin. “We can watch a movie and chill.”
“Yeah, that’d be good.”
I studied her face and couldn’t stop a frown. “You been workin’?”
She lowered her eyes, and I knew I’d hit paydirt.
“You found some bad stuff, huh?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “Really bad.”
“I think finding Tackle’s sister needs to take a backseat to your mental health for a while, hm?”
“Maybe.”
“Okay, let me wash up and we’ll head up to the cabin.”
She buried her face back into my chest. “In a minute.”
For the next ten minutes, we stood in the auto bay in total silence. I just held her while she cried softly into my chest. Whatever she’d seen while going down the rabbit hole of debauchery must have been worse than normal, but she didn’t disclose, and I didn’t press. She’d tell me eventually if she felt she could.
When she quieted, she gave me one last squeeze, and gave me a watery smile. “I’m okay now.”
“You sure?”
She nodded. “I obviously just needed a good cry. Did I interrupt your work?”
“You canalwaysinterrupt me, you know that.”
“But did I interrupt something important?”
“No, baby, I’m good.” I gave her butt a pat. “Come on, let’s go get food.”
She slid her hand into mine and we headed up to the cabin. She stuck close to me as we gathered food, wine, and beer, then escaped to my room where we climbed into bed.
Her body had been locked up tight for hours, I was sure we’d be up all night, but the second she was beside me in bed, she finally uncoiled, falling asleep before she even finished her glass of wine. Totally unlike her.
I smiled, stroking her cheek, in awe of her beautiful face as she slept. Jesus, I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve her, but I’d never take her for granted.
I took a few minutes to clean up, then I turned offall the lights before kissing her cheek and pulling her close.
“I love you,” she whispered, sliding her hand around my waist.
“Love you too, Moonbeam.”
“Night.”
“Night, baby.”
Sierra
Ihad justpoured my first cup of coffee of the day when Raquel, Violet, and Wyatt walked into the kitchen, giant smiles on their faces, and I raised an eyebrow. “Oh my god, what are you bitches up to?”
We’d been in lockdown for two days and were taking full advantage of our forced proximity, admittedly, loving every second of being so close.