“She’s already got a name.” He runs a hand around the back of his neck and bites his lip.
“Oh?”
Okay, so he’s chosen one. Or maybe the breeder did. But I don’t care. She could be called anything, and I will love her. I can see us together now, little besties, outnumbering Reed and filling the house with feminine energy. I hope she likes pink because I saw a really cute collar in a window when I went for lunch with Suze and Maria the other day. It’s like the universe was already giving me a sign.
“Yeah. She’s called Red,” Reed says.
“Aww, because of her red fur?” I look back at the photo.
“No.” Reed clears his throat. “As in Middlemist Red.”
My eyes go round as I snap them back to him. “You named her after—”
“After a plant that there’s only two of in the world.” He laughs. “You weren’t making it easy for me, were you?”
“Reed Walker! Did you buy us a puppy, just so you could try and have your smutty way with me?” I laugh in shock, my mouth dropping open.
“No… I bought us a puppy because I know you love animals and I want you to be happy. Inamedher myself so that I could have my smutty way with you.” He grins.
“She’s not a plant.”
“No. She’s better. There are two of them in the world. There’s only one of her.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I can’t. He’s got me. Thereisonly one of her in the world. Just like there is only one of him.
Only one Reed Walker.
Only one love of my life.
A person who I would do anything for.
I chew my cheek as I look back at the photo before handing Reed his phone back. “Okay.”
His brows lift. “Okay?”
“We can do it. I want to. I actually think it might be quite nice. Suze said when she last did it, she squirt—”
“I do not need to hear the rest of that.” Reed pulls me into his arms, kissing away the words on my lips.
I sink into him, reaching up to stroke his hair. “Thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever been given anything better.”
“The promise of anal sex?”
He chuckles as I pull his hair in warning.
“I know, I know. A puppy. She is super cute. Wait until you see her.”
“Yes, she is.” I look between his eyes. “But I didn’t mean her.”
I press my lips to his and kiss him, savoring the way he always kisses me back, no questions asked. I can walk into a room and not say a word. Just go over to him and kiss him. And he welcomes me with open arms. It doesn’t matter what he’s in the middle of doing. He always stops. And it’s not just kissing. I could just be feeling hormonal and want a cuddle. Or want to show him a new animal video I’ve found online. He will always give me his undivided attention.
I am always his priority.
Me. Us. Our relationship.
He does everything he can to nurture it, and to love.
He loves me every day. And every night. And every speck of time that exists in the cracks between.