She heard a snort from the general direction of Wyatt. She didn’t bother to look.
“Now, Jinger, Wyatt is your boyfriend and he’s obviously committed to you. What parent wouldn’t want that for their child? He hardly left your bedside while you were in a coma. He spent hours talking to you, watching your vitals. If this man doesn’t care about you, I’d eat my hat!” her dad declared.
“You don’t wear a hat,” she said sullenly crossing her arms over her chest.
She knew she shouldn’t pout, the thought of staying with Wyatt was not a terrible idea. She just would like a little support in the ‘Jinger being rational’ camp.
“Gingersnap, your parents trust me. Can’t you?” Wyatt said from his corner.
Turning to look at him she said, “I trust you, Wyatt. Just not sure I can trust myself where you are concerned.”
“Well I’m not worried, and everyone else is on board. I say we go with plan A and get you settled at my house tomorrow. Then we take it one day at a time?”
Jinger had no fight left in her. She knew deep down she needed Wyatt in a way that seeing him for dates wasn’t going to be enough. She needed to stop fighting and let Wyatt’s crazy universe call the shots.
Seeing this beautiful hunky man coax her into living with him was more than her little heart could take. Ignoring her parents, she climbed off her bed and climbed straight into his lap. Big strong arms wrapped tight around her. Heaven.
She heard the click of the door, her parents giving them some privacy.
“I’m taking this as a yes,” Wyatt whispered into her hair.
“Yes,” she replied her hand running down his firm chest. She felt a rumbling purr come out of him. She looked up in amusement.
“I liked that,” he responded, tilting her chin up with a finger to place a kiss on her lips. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him. She did and he delved into her mouth. Tasting, sucking her tongue into his mouth.
Wyatt meant to go slow, but he’d been without her for weeks. He’d had one small taste of her honey and he missed it.
They kissed and touched, soaking each other up. For the first time in a while, Jinger wasn’t tired. She was pretty sure there were rules against sexing up your man in a hospital. But a little fraternizing couldn’t be too bad.
Jinger slid her hand down the front of Wyatt’s abs and started to slide them lower aiming for the hard bulge in his jeans.
“Wait,” Wyatt said breaking the kiss and grabbing her hand. “We need to talk.”
Confused Jinger started to get off his lap, but Wyatt tightened his hold.
“Stay, I want you right here. I need to talk to you about something. Something about me and my family, and I really hope you let me tell you everything and not freak out. Okay?”
“Why would I freak out? Are you some kind of circus folk? Do you have your own religion you practice out in the woods? Tree worship or something,” Jinger asked annoyed that there was something so important for him to tell her, yet he waited until she agreed to move in with him to bring it up.
“No, not circus folk. They scare me by the way. And no tree based religions. God, Cage got off easy,” he muttered to himself.
“Cage?”
“Yeah, what I’m about to tell you, Cage had to tell Sophie. But see Sophie accidently found out and although she initially freaked out, in the end she was okay with it. So Cage didn’t have to figure out how to tell her like I’m doing now with you,” he said all in one breath.
“Wyatt, I just told you I loved you today. I do, totally and without reservation. Whatever you have to say, just say it and we’ll work through it together, yeah,” she offered and hoped she sounded braver than she felt.
Wyatt looked at her, his forehead wrinkled in concern. She watched him take a deep breath and braced herself.
“My family is…different. Not bad different, just not like other families. Well, that’s not true, there are other families like us. Although they are giant pains in the ass to be around. Just wait until you meet them,” he offered clearly thinking of this mystery family.
Jinger looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to refocus.
“Sorry, so my family is different. We are so different that we have to keep it secret who we really are. Most people wouldn’t understand or even accept the truth if they were to find out.”
“Okay, so how are you different,” Jinger asked. How bad could it be she thought?
“Well, we can change,” he said like he was proclaiming the secret of Area 51 and proof of alien life.
“So can I, Wyatt. You’ve yet to see me PMS,” Jinger countered.