Chapter 8

Porter’s laughter mingles with mine; he’s even more handsome when he’s happy. Eyes shining, mouth open and showing off straight white teeth, head thrown back revealing a corded neck and a prominent Adam’s apple I want to lick and suck.

“Your family seems awesome,” he says.

I nod. They are, and after hearing Porter’s story, I love them even more. Maybe my family did the right thing hiding what happened from me, knowing how my skin isn’t the thickest in the world? “I’m so happy I have them.”

“You’d better not keep your sister waiting.”

“Screw my sister. The only reason I’m going back is Merry.”

“Who’s Merry?”

“My niece.” I open the photo app on my phone and show him the picture of Merry kissing me from earlier and Porter’s eyes melt at the adorableness.

“She’s beautiful,” Porter says but doesn’t return the phone.

“She owns my heart completely.” I rest my bare hand on my chest and sigh.

Porter gives me back my glove and I put it on.