Page 136 of The Sweetest Devotion

He neared my ear and whispered three words that smothered my hormones. “We’re not alone.”

Immediately I bolted up, colliding against his chest. “What?”

The grin on his face was handsome enough to quell my panic. “Dom’s in the spare bedroom asleep.”

Dom. It must’ve been one of the kids he helped with at the community center. But then…

“Why bring me back here if you had a guest?” As if the boy could walk in at any moment, I hurried and slid underneath the comforter.

Keith’s humor dissolved as a seriousness coated his face. “Because I missed you and having you here was enough.”

Enough.

Such a heavy word passed between us. Because deep down, beneath the surface, I couldn’t have agreed more. It wasn’t the sex I missed with Keith. It washim. And it was clear he’d missed more than just the physical with me as well. We’d missed each other.

I laid back and sighed. “What do you want from me, Keith?”

His hand came down on my heart, causing it to beat hard. And then he slid it under my breast until it was beneath me altogether.

“Nothing,” Keith said in the end. “As long as you’re happy, I want nothing.”

He wanted nothing when everyone else wantedsomething.

He came and lay beside me, bringing me to his chest and sending me to my doom. I was falling for this man and it wouldn’t end well.

“Did you miss me, too?” he asked.

I hated that he had to question it. “I slept in your hoodie every night.”

It was the only thing that kept me sane.

My confession earned me a kiss to my temple. “I hate this.”

I took his hand and interlocked our fingers because I feared he’d slip away if I didn’t get ahold of him. “Me too.” Turning over, I faced the wall and snuggled back into Keith. “Would you run away with me if I took off?”

He snuzzled against my hair. “Where would we go?”

“I’ve always wanted to go to Greece,” I admitted.

“Greece, huh?”

“Yeah, it looks so beautiful,” I said.

“Greece might be out of my price range, Kenny.”

Mine too if I really ran. “What if I paid?”

Keith squeezed where our hands were tangled and kissed my bare shoulder. “Only if we could take turns.”

I liked that. That my money didn’t intimidate him in the long run. “Okay.”

“But what if they cut you off, because you ran? Then what?” Keith asked next.

More than likely, that would be the case if I did decide to flee and not marry Cain. My father would freeze all my assets and empty out my penthouse. “Would…would you want me if I were poor?”

Keith let my hand go only to turn me on my back and peer down at me. “Kennedy, I’d want you if you had nothing. Where you come from doesn’t define you unless you let it. Your father’s money doesn’t mean anything to me. All I need is you.”

All he needed wasme, and all I wanted washim. That was the brutal thing about reality, though. We couldn’t always get what we wanted or needed.

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