Page 247 of Broken Saint
“O-okay.”
“Can you grab the bags? Mom put them by the front door.”
“Shit. Yeah, of course,” he says as he jumps to his feet and rushes my way.
He’s trying so hard, and I don’t think he has any idea how much it means to me.
Before I have a chance to stop him so I can say the words, he’s rushed around me and has both our bags over his shoulder.
“Down here, yeah?” he asks, pointing toward the back of the house, the part he hasn’t yet had a tour of.
“Yeah.”
Hurrying behind him, I stop at my bedroom door and push it open.
“Colt,” I breathe, making him stop and spin around.
With his eyes locked on mine, he steps up to me.
“That your room?” he asks. It’s a stupid question, and he knows it, if the way his brow wrinkles tells me anything. But I also know that he doesn’t do this.
He doesn’t go to girls’ houses, meet their moms, and get invited into their childhood bedrooms.
Hell, this isn’t something I do either. My stomach is a riot of butterflies as we continue to stand there.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Never had a boy in here, though.” I smirk.
His Adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow, his eyes twinkling with naughty thoughts.
“M-maybe you should keep it that way. I’m not the kind of guy a girl should take home.” He might be playing along, but the amount of truth in his words makes my chest ache. He believes them, too.
“Or,” I say, slipping my hand into his, “I should live on the wild side.”
I barely pull on his arm. Let’s be honest, even if I wanted to drag him somewhere, he’s so big and so strong, I wouldn’t stand a chance. But he happily steps over the threshold and into my room. Not that it really matters. He doesn’t look around. Instead, his eyes remain locked on mine.
His smirk turns almost predatory as he eats up the space between us, and it makes my thighs clench.
The truth is, I don’t have the energy for any of that right now, but my baser desires haven’t got the memo.
Just being near Colt has always affected me. It’s nice to know that hasn’t changed.
“Fuck, Bombshell,” he breathes as one of his giant hands wraps around the back of my neck and the other grips my hip. “I love you so fucking much.”
He ducks down, pressing his head against mine. Our noses touch and our breaths mingle, but he doesn’t do anything else.
“The only woman I’ve ever truly wanted has been you. My world doesn’t turn unless you’re in it.”
“Colt,” I whisper.
“I mean it, Ella. I’m in. I’m all in.”
Tears burn my eyes as I stare up at him.
“I believe you,” I tell him honestly as my hands slide up his strong, thick arms, holding as tightly as I can.
“Doesn’t matter,” he rasps, shaking his head slowly. “I’m going to keep telling you anyway.”
“I don’t need you to tell me. I just need you to keep showing me. Every single day. Even the hard ones.” I press my hand to his chest, right above his heart. “Trust me to keep this safe, no matter what happens.”