“Yes.” She followed warily.
“He, Double D, and Jax live there. Dom owns the farm.” They rounded the corner of his cabin to a ladder that led up to the roof. Beside it sat a small outdoor storage box. “Climb up,” he told her, opening the lid and pulling out two large blankets and a huge pillow.
“To the roof?” Disbelief rang through her words.
“Yup.” He waited for her to go.
“This roof? Like all the way up?” Is he crazy?
“That’s the one. Don’t worry, I’ll be right behind you.” For some reason, she wasn’t nearly as reassured as he probably wanted her to be.
“You’re nuts!” She began to climb with him just one rung below her.
“Probably,” was his smart ass reply.
There wasn’t as much of a slope on the roof as she’d expected which helped her breathe a sigh of relief. “Sit here,” he told her, pointing to a flatter area. Doing as he said, she watched as he first laid one blanket down, then placed the pillow over top of it. He sat in the middle, one leg propped up while the other lay flat, beckoning her over. “Come here.” Case patted the spot between his legs. Doing as she was told, she was startled when his large hands enveloped her hips to guide her down. When she was settled, he covered them with the other blanket and buried his head in her hair, saying to her, “You smell so good.”
Fully encompassed in not just his arms but his entire body, she’d never felt safer. Never felt more at home. In that one split second, she could imagine him being her everything. As if she gave herself to him, he would consume her every thought and entire self. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. She wanted to be somebody’s special person. She wanted to be their everything.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?” he demanded. It was almost as if he could read her mind.
“Have you ever thought what it would be like to be someone’s everything? To have someone be that important to you?” Did she sound as silly as she thought she did?
“Evelyn,” he kissed her neck, lingering longer than necessary. “You are my person.”
Stunned and awe-struck, she turned to him whispering, “I can’t be.”
“Why the hell not?” He sounded upset like she’d taken his favorite toy away.
“Because you don’t know me. Not really. How can I be your person when this is the only time we’ve actually spent together?”
“What if I told you I know all I need to know?” he countered.
“What do you think you know?” she demanded this time.
“I know that you live to dance. When you’re on stage, you don’t think about money or what someone thinks of your body. You only consider the freedom you feel.”
“How do you know that?” She was breathless.
“Your eyes close as soon as the lights turn on, and you have this peaceful calm about you like there’s no one else in the room. When the music stops, and you get an applause, your eyes pop open in surprise. You forget about everyone and everything surrounding you.” He was right.
“What else?” she asked, needing to know how much else he thought he knew.
“I know that when you’re angry your nose scrunches up like the chick from I Dream of Genie, and your eyebrows twitch.”
“They do not.” She smoothed them out just in case.
He laughed at her actions. “They do, and it’s cute as fuck. I also know that you’re sad. Your eyes show how lonely you are, and frankly, I want to sucker-punch anyone who has ever made you feel that way. I know you spend more time at the club than at home. I don’t know why, but I will find out.” When Ev tried to interject, he continued. “And I also know you’re not ready to tell me. That’s okay for now, but Kitten, you will tell me. Soon.”
Well, fuck.
How the hell did he come up with all that in only a few brief meetings? She barely understood that stuff about herself. Hadn’t figured out the answers to any of it, either.
“Tell me a secret?” she asked him quietly. Needing to know something more about him.
“What kind of secret?” he asked just as quietly.
“Something no one knows.”