“He will.” She says it like a fact, not a shred of uncertainty in her voice. “He has to.”
I don't argue, just hold her tighter.
“I should tell you something,” she says after a while.
“Okay…” My brows furrow because her tone of voice does something to my chest, something I’m not used to. Then again, everything about her is something I’m not used to.
“I just… I don't know how to do this. The relationship part. I've never let anyone get this close.” She bites her lip. “I’m probably going to screw it up.”
“You won't.”
“You don't know that.”
“I do know that.” I tilt her chin up so she's looking at me. “Because I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you throw at me, whatever walls you try to put up, I'm staying. Got it?” I grin. “You can’t get rid of me.”
She stares at me for a long moment. Then her expression softens, erasing the fear.
“Got it,” she whispers, her lips gently grazing my chest.
“Good. Now let's go to bed. This couch is killing my back.”
She scoffs. “You're only twenty-eight. You don't have back problems.”
“I do when I'm folded like a pretzel underneath a very demanding CEO.”
She grins and lets me pull her up from the couch. We head toward the bedroom. Reaper finally lifts his head and scampers across the room to follow us.
And as I climb into bed with her, her naked body warm against mine, her breathing already slowing, a realization startles the hell out of me.
I'm not just falling for my wife anymore.
I'm already there.
CHAPTER 22
ADRIANA
Luna knowsthe second I sit down.
“Oh my God.” She leans across the table at our favorite bistro, her eyes blowing wide. “You slept with him.”
“Hello to you, too.” I casually pick up the menu even though I've been coming here for years and always order the same thing. “How are you? How's work? How's?—”
“Don't you dare deflect right now.” She snatches the menu out of my hands and drops it on the table. “I can see it all over your face. You're glowing. You never glow. You have resting CEO face twenty-four-seven.”
I roll my eyes. “I do not have resting CEO face.”
“You absolutely do. It's intimidating as hell, and I love you for it.” She folds her hands on the table like she's about to conduct a deposition. “Now spill everything. I want all the hot and dirty details.”
The waiter approaches and Luna waves him off without breaking eye contact. The poor guy backs away, eyes downcast but she doesn’t even bother to notice.
“There's nothing to spill,” I say, but the heat creeping up the sides of my neck betrays me.
Dammit. All those salacious replays of our night andmorning after keep looping through my mind, and Luna raises an eyebrow like she has a front row seat to the show I keep denying happened.
"No, no, hell no, Adriana Maria DiMicheli." She only uses my full name when she means business. “You are a horrible liar, so do not even think of holding out on me. I have waited too long for this, and you’re not going to take it away from me by thinking some flip comment is going to stop me from getting what I want.” She gestures at my face with a flourish. “You've definitely had really good sex, and I want to hear all about it.”
I press my lips together, fighting back the smile that wants to break free. My cheeks ache from the effort and I lose the battle epically.
