Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jude
The sound of Kendall’s stomach growling snapped through the hazy moment. We rolled out of bed, tugging on our clothes and settling down on the couch with the box of pizza on the coffee table.
Kendall was fond of nature shows, so we selected one about wild birds.
I was fond of hanging out with her, so I didn’t care what we watched.
A little while later, we fell asleep in bed with Travis making an elaborate show of circling repeatedly and pawing the bed to get it just right before he curled up at the foot of the bed.
As I listened to the sound of Kendall’s breathing, soft and steady in the darkness, I tried to ignore the tiny doubts, distant voices, miles away, trying to shout out that I wasn’t worthy of love. That had always been my fear.
The following day, Kendall rose early, and we showered together while she worked magic with her mouth on my cock.
I was coming to the conclusion that I would have to marry her because I needed to shower with her every day.
I also needed to sleep beside her every night and have mornings when she overslept, and I could study her.
When I could lean over and kiss the imprint on her cheek from where she caught the sheet under her hand, and it pressed into her skin during the night.
I cataloged these details, keepsakes that I would hold close forever.