“I tried too,” she says quietly. “And look how that turned out.” She huffs a laugh. “You heard Marie at the diner. Even before that psycho, none of them were very great.”
I opened this nightmare of a door, which I’m now regretting, because despite not wanting secrets between us, imagining her with anyone else but me has a green slurry poisoning my insides. The thought of another man seeing her, touching her body, kissing her, it’s enough to drive me insane.
The corner of her mouth quirks up. “Jealous?”
There’s no sense in hiding it, when it’s obviously written all over my face. “Fuck yeah, I’m jealous. I was your first everything, and I’d planned on being your only.”
She presses her lips against mine, placing a soft kiss before pulling away slightly. “So be my last.”
I grab onto her jaw with both hands and kiss her possessively, slipping my tongue in, letting my hands wander her body. Breaking our kiss, I rest my forehead to hers. “Gladly, querida mía. I’ll be anything you let me be.”
She stares at me, a question in her eyes. “Did you buy this house to Noah me?”
My face scrunches. “Is that some new term the kids say?”
She giggles, fanning my damp lips withpuffs of air. “Like inThe Notebook.” Her smirk grows. “He rebuilds that big, fancy house to win Allie back. Is that what you’re doing?”
I can’t help it—I laugh, the sound loud and unexpected in the quiet house. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
She blinks a few times, turning to cough like she’s masking her emotions.
“There’s still a lot to do,” I say, gesturing around the room. “I’ve been trying to handle it myself, but it’s slow going.”
Ellie bites her lip, glancing around the space again. “You should talk to Ethan,” she says after a moment. “He’s got a great contractor for the house he’s building with Marisa. They’ve been moving fast, and the guy’s work is solid.”
I nod, considering it. “Might not be a bad idea. This place deserves better than what I can do alone, even though my plan was to do it all solo.”
“Stop being so stubborn and let someone help you for once.”
I grin, leaning back against the wall. “You’re starting to sound like me.”
CHAPTER 47
Elyse
MI CAMA ES TU CAMA
PRESENT
“Your bedroom is depressing. No wonder you’ve been sleeping on my couch.”
Dominic’s eyes roam over me, heating me from the inside out. “Am I still on the couch? I thought I’d graduated to your bed.”
I laugh and he smiles back. The kind of smile that makes my stomach dip.
When I walk over to stare at one of the only pieces of furniture in the room—his bed—he moves to stand behind me and I drop my back to his chest.
It’s funny that it’s only recently we started touching this way again, and already it feels instinctual, like my body just knows how to fit against his.
His arms wrap me tightly, and a little sigh floats up my throat, both from comfort and from something else.
“Tell me, querida mía. Am I allowed in your bed?”
His mouth tickles my ear as he trails nips down the shell of it.
“Yes,” I breathe, relinquishing my weight onto him because I know he’ll carry it. “As long as I’m allowed in yours.”
“Mi cama es tu cama.”(My bed is your bed.)
