“Maybe.” Her eyes darkened, and I knew she was thinking about last night. So was I. I’d be forever thinking about that and her.

She braced her hands on my chest and looked me squarely in the eyes. “What now?” she said.

“What now?” I wasn’t sure I understood the question. I needed clarification.

“Where do we go from here?”

“We date.” I couldn’t wipe that smug smile off my face.

“We date?” She studied me with confusion, as if the concept was foreign to her. My heart squeezed for the woman who’d not been cherished in the way she deserved. I vowed to change all that.

“Yeah, you’re not one-night-stand material.”

“I’m not sure you are either.” She looked at me through lowered lashes, a new look for her, and one I’d have thought didn’t fit until just now. A coy Geneva was hot AF and right on par with a badass Geneva. I was loving all these facets of her personality. I was also humbled she was comfortable enough with me to reveal them.

“You’re not sure? You mean I might be one-night-stand material? After last night, how can you be not sure? You want to be one and done?”

I caught the teasing glint in her eyes and realized she was messing with me.

“Brat.” I flipped her onto her back and showed her how sure I was about the two of us dating. By the time I was done with her, she was crying out my name, yanking on tufts of my hair, and pleading for more.

“Are you sure now?”

“I’m positive.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me like she wanted us to have a tomorrow. I sure did. Oh, hell yeah, I did.

I held her, and we both lay in content silence until a knock sounded on the door.

“Hey? You in there, Axe?” Steele called from the other side of the door. He sounded distressed, and we both sat up in alarm.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Kaden didn’t come home last night, and he’s not answering his phone.”

I sighed and swung my legs off the side of the bed. I began pulling on my clothes, while Geneva allowed herself the luxury of watching me get dressed.

“Steele is a worrier. You’d think he was our mother.” He liked to know where everyone was and what they were doing. Kaden rarely told him, so I didn’t know why Steele was upset about this. “Get dressed and come out. I’ll make breakfast.”

“Steele will know I’m in here.”

“He already knows after seeing the pile of clothes on the living room floor. Are you worried about your rep, tough girl?”

“Not really.” She laughed, and her laughter was truly music to my ears. “I haven’t worried about my reputation since I was thirteen.”

I winked at her. After throwing on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, I bestowed one last kiss on Geneva and went out the bedroom door.