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“Whatisthat?”

Even though my heart stuttered in my chest, I remembered my balls had dropped a long time ago and I was a man. A man who wanted very much to be worthy of this female. That meant letting it all hang out there.

Shit.

“So, Rain mentioned Tyson making magical dream catchers after that night you had your epic nightmare scene. I thought I’d try to make you my own version of one, and this is it.” I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck nervously. “The only problem is I don’t know if it works or not, and I don’t want to give it to you before it’s tried out. Just to be safe.”

I hated admitting that last part. I hated admitting any kind of failures that I had.

She deserved perfection.

She clapped her hands together as she bounced around happily on the balls of her feet. “Finn!” she exclaimed excitedly. “This is so damn amazing, and it’s truly beautiful. I can’t believe you made this for me.”

“You’re right, it is pretty fucking awesome, and I love that you think so too. But I won’t risk trying it out on you first in case something goes wrong. I would never be able to forgive myself if something bad happened to you because of me.”

She sat down on the floor beside me and kicked her legs out in front of her—her bare legs. She was in another dress. This one was light pink, strapless so it showed off her shoulders and collarbones, and came down to mid-thigh. This one was a lot tighter than the other one had been, and it clung to her curves in all the best ways.

Jesus fucking Christ, she was killing me.

I just got off like half an hour ago, and my dick was already starting to get hard again just from looking at her goddamn legs. She wasn’t even really tall, but her damn legs looked like they went on forever.

And those fucking cowboy boots on her feet would probably look ridiculous with that dress on anyone else, but they worked on her.

My favorite part though? Her hair. Her beautiful, long, thick, black hair hung loose and free almost all the way down to her hips. If she ever cut her hair, it would be absolutely devastating to me and would break my heart.

I also loved the fact that she had no makeup on. She didn’t need it and always looked just as beautiful without it.

“You know what we should do, Finn?” she asked as she plucked the dream catcher right out of my hands. I watched her as she held it up close to her face and carefully examined it piece by piece. “We should put it up in my room, and then you can sleep in my bed with me until you’re comfortable with how it’s working. That way you’re there with me in case something goes wrong. How does that sound?”

It sounded like she was perfect for me, that was how good that sounded.

I could absolutely sleep in her bed with her, and that was the only way I’d ever be comfortable with trying it out on her. If she was with me, then there was no doubt in my mind that I could keep her safe. If that meant I didn’t sleep myself, then I was more than okay with that.

And if she wanted to invite me to sleep with her in her bed, there was no way in hell I’d ever turn that offer down. She’d be lucky if she could ever get me to spend the night at home after that invite.

She was never getting rid of me, and even if the dream catcher worked, she’d probably never sleep alone again.

“I think that sounds like a good idea to me.” If I said anything more, I’d probably scare the shit right out of her.

“Finn, this is seriously so fucking cool,” she whispered as she carefully clutched the dream catcher to her chest. The tears in her eyes fucking killed me. “Nobody has ever done something so nice for me before. You keep giving me all these beautifully thought-out gifts, and I don’t know what I have to give you in return. I have nothing to give you but myself.”

I hated that for her, but at the same time, I fucking loved that I was the first one to do these things for her. I had a leg up over those other two.

“I’m always going to do nice things for you, and I want you to know that I’m never doing them because I expect something in return. That’s not the kind of relationship I want us to have. I don’t expect anything from you. Just say thank you, baby, and it’s all good.”

Truthfully, just seeing how appreciative and touched she was by it made it all worth it. That was all the thanks I needed.

She carefully placed the catcher back down into the box and climbed into my lap, straddling me. The move surprised me, but my hands dropped to her hips, and I pulled her closer until we were crotch to crotch.

And my goddamn dick started to get hard again.

I knew she felt it when her lips parted and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. She pressed her sweet tits to my chest and rocked her hips, rubbing herself against my erection.

I groaned as I squeezed her hips, stopping her movements. “Baby, you can’t be doing that to me. I’ve got to go downstairs soon and start on dinner. I don’t need to be doing that with a hard-on. What would Rain and Romero think?”

She smiled a sexy little smile that said she was up to no good. “They’d think absolutely nothing if we took care of it before you went down there because there’d be nothing to say.”

Take care of it?