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I love this whole thing, little moments when it’s just us. When we’re normal people in a normal relationship doing normal things.
I love being normal with him.
These small moments that we get so freaking few of.
“I’m going to hate this, aren’t I?” I murmur, pressing my lips to his collarbone. One arm wraps my waist and the other goes into my hair, tugging a bit until I look up at him.
“What?”
“This game we have to play now. I just want to be yours,” I say with a pout.
“You are mine.”
“I want to be yours and for every woman in the room to know it. To know they’re eye fucking my property.” His lips twitch.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called someone’s property.”
“Get used to it.” He smiles again, the big one, the one that makes him look ten years younger. Mine melts when I start thinking about the long fucking road ahead of us. “Being in your presence, so fucking close to you all the damn time and so fucking far . . . I won’t be able to look at you, to touch you . . .” I press my lips to the underside of his jaw, not ignorant to the fact that we’re still both naked and he needs to get out the door before the house wakes up. “To kiss you.”
“Delilah . . . ,” he says in a warning tone.
But then, something hits me.
A sick, sour thought that pours cold water on any bit of heat running through me.
I pull back to look in his eyes.
“She’ll be there, won’t she?”
“What? Who?”
“She’ll be there. At this engagement party. Angela. And whatever other bullshit I have to go to. She’ll be there.”He sighs.
“Angela helps take any questions off me. It also makes me look settled and uninteresting.”
“So she’ll be there and allowed to touch you and I’ll be there with fucking Paulie.” Dante’s face goes hard.
“You do not touch Paulie.” As if I would ever want to. But still, I raise an eyebrow and point out the hypocrisy.
“Oh, I can’t touch my fiancé, but she can touch you?”
“It’s different.” His jaw goes tight with his words.
“No, it’s not,” I argue.
I step back and stare at him.
“I don’t like her.” My hands go to my hips. “I don’t like her, and I want her gone.” His eyes roam my naked body, but still, he sighs.
“Lilah—”
“No. Raise an eyebrow or two, I don’t care. At the very least, I want her to stop fucking touching you.” My jaw ticks just thinking about the way she put her hand on his chest yesterday, like she belonged there.
Like she was his.
“Lilah. She helps to draw attention away from my interest in you.”
“She’s a bitch. I don’t like her. I’m your wife.” I run my tongue over my teeth but can’t resist admitting my real source of hatred. My shoulders fall as I speak, and my voice goes softer. “She touches you, Dante,” I say under my breath. His lips tip up and I know he likes that because he’s fucked in the head.
