If I introduced them, it didn’t imply I’d have to make use of them. Plus, Weston had assured me he was diligent about his well being and he was clear. I didn’t have any motive to imagine him, however that little voice inside me did.

I trusted Weston.

I barely knew him, however I used to be beginning to. And he hadn’t lied to me but. Actually it was fairly the other. He’d been upfront with me since that evening at M’s Place.

I grabbed the field, simply in case.

Higher to be ready than not, proper?

I appeared on the quiet, darkish area of my home, for the primary time actually feeling the absence of one other particular person.

It had by no means bothered me as a lot earlier than. Males got here and went in my life, and my home was fixed. It will all the time be right here, even once they weren’t.

However as I appeared round on the crisp, clear, and comfy lounge, I questioned what it could be like… to share this place with somebody.

However not simply any somebody…

Weston.

Would he slot in right here?

Amongst the Star Wars collectible figurines and the handmade items from pet mother and father?

Would he look simply as excellent on my little gray sofa with a cup of espresso as he did in Bernard’s?

Would he really feel at dwelling someplace like right here?

With me?

The ideas that assaulted me have been alarming.

This was a nasty thought, wasn’t it?

Per week in the past I might have stated sure. However I couldn’t fairly say that now, not as each inch of me felt pulled towards the Palisades, towards Weston.

So I slung the bag over my shoulder, locked the door, and headed again to my automotive, considering the entire technique to the lodge that that is it.

That is the second I lose my goddamn marbles and soar off the cliff.

I may solely hope that Weston can be there to catch me, and that I wasn’t making a whole mistake.

CHAPTER 26

Cade

Once I confirmed as much as Weston’s lodge room, I felt on the sting of a rattling precipice. I held two pints of Rocky Street in my hand, questioning if Weston even preferred ice cream, or Rocky Street for that matter, pausing earlier than I knocked. However virtually as if he may sense me, he opened the door, smiling haughtily.

“You got here again.”

“I informed you I might,” I stated as I cleared my throat, displaying off the ice cream.

“I hope you want Rocky Street,” I stated as Weston waved me in.

“I like all flavors of ice cream,” he stated, flashing me a smirk as he closed the door.

Holy shit, I’m truly doing this.

I dropped my bag on the ground, setting the ice cream down on the bureau.

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