Page 41 of Is This Love?


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Another knock.

“The money is on the table by the door.”

I nod, turn, grab the cash, and rush to pull open the door. I pay the delivery guy, who’s looking at me with an odd expression, and I wonder if my face says, I just saw my soon-to-be husband, who’s my husband in name only, pretty much naked and wet, and he smells better than this pizza you just delivered?

I sure hope not.

Pizzas in hand, I place them on the coffee table before grabbing my beer, twisting off the cap, and taking a long pull.

“You want another?” Legend asks from behind me.

“Yep,” I manage, breathing a little easier now that he’s dressed.

I hear him in the kitchen as I busy myself making us both a plate of a few slices of our favorites. “Thank you,” I say when he places another beer next to me on the end table.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for this.” He picks up his plate and starts to eat. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks after several minutes of silence.

“Does embarrassed count as fine?” I laugh. “I can’t believe a knock at the door startled me so badly.”

“What were you thinking about?”

You.

You wet.

You naked.

“I was scrolling, trying to find us something to watch.”

“Did you find something good?”

Nothing as good as what my imagination was coming up with, thinking of you in that bathroom. “Not really.”

“Hmm.” He picks up the remote and begins to scroll. He chooses a series he knows I love that I started a few nights ago.

“We don’t have to watch this.”

“You love this show.”

“I know, but it’s kind of a chick flick.”

“And you’re a chick.”

“You’re not.”

“I’m living with one, one that I want to make happy.” He presses the play button and sets the remote out of my reach.

“Thanks, Legend.”

“Anytime, gorgeous.”

The next thing I know, I’m being lifted into the air. “I can walk,” I tell him.

“I’ve got you.” He carries me to our room and places me on the bed. “Here, you can sleep in this.” He reaches behind his neck and pulls off the T-shirt he’s wearing. “I’m gonna go lock up.” He kisses my forehead and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him.

“I’m in so much trouble,” I mutter to myself. Standing, I strip down to my panties and slip his shirt over my head before climbing beneath the covers. I lift his shirt to my nose and inhale.

Damn, he smells good.

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