“I love that Coach Thompson can’t even look at you.” Lachlan’s expression darkened. “Though I have my own reasons for that, and until he’s fucking fired—”
I covered his lips with a finger. He kissed.
“I love how good you are with Bast.” He pulled me close. “I love how good of a mother you’re going to be. How much you care about this family.”
“Never had a real one before.”
“You got one now.” Lachlan pressed his forehead into mine. “Okay. Your turn.”
“You gotta love me. Count the ways.”
“There’s too many.” I placed a hand over his chest. “This is the biggest one though.”
“My muscular physique?”
I considered it. “No. Your heart. Because you knew when to listen to it, even when I was too scared to admit everything I felt. You love so hard, Lachlan. Every day with you is a rush.”
“So is every night.”
“That goes without saying.”
“Now do you believe in fairy-tales?”
I smiled, pulling him closer for another kiss.
“You tell me, Charming.”