Page 115 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“Maybe you should.”

He huffed and smiled. “I'd like to keep doing that.”

“I think that would make us both pretty happy.”

“And maybe a dog, too.”

I perked up. “A dog? Really?”

“Yeah, why not? It would help.”

“I'll think about it.”

“Cool. So, we'll take a nap and then we'll get up and make dinner together. How does that sound, sweetie?”

I smiled even wider. “That sounds perfect.”

CHAPTER31

Levon

I roused easilyfrom my slumber, blinking the sleep away from my eyes to observe the ceiling. I found the ceiling bare. When I realized I wasn't in my room, I searched the sheets, sitting up slightly to see if Clara was still next to me.

I witnessed her snoozing peacefully next to me and relaxed back against the pillow.

Good. She didn't leave.

I smiled warmly at her serene features. Her black curls were laying in a messy heap around her shoulders and her shoulders were bare. We had fallen asleep without any clothes on. The thought made me smile as I observed her every beautiful feature, impressing the picture of her in my mind. I needed to update that picture.

Even though I knew her every inch, I still felt like I needed to make sure I held onto this picture forever. We wouldn't part—not in a million years—but the fear still lingered in my gut.

What if she changes her mind?

I frowned at the thought and chased it away with a gentle stretch. Once I was relaxed again, I turned on my side. I rested my hand on her hip, watching as the sheet rose with her chest to match her steady breathing pattern.

I simply couldn't get enough of her. After a few minutes, I rolled to my back and reached for the remote on the nightstand. I turned on the television and lowered the volume to a comfortable level, flipping through channels. I located the news and paused to imbibe the featured titles of the day.

It was incredible how comfortable I felt in her house. I was nude in her bed with my feet hanging out from beneath the sheets. My arms were behind me. I hadn't a care in the world. And I don't think it was the house that was making me feel that way.

It was her.

As the news droned on, my eyelids grew heavy. I shook myself awake and realized I had dozed slightly. I turned to see Clara rustling under the sheets. Her eyelids fluttered. As she opened her eyes, I watched as a smile crossed her lips and lit up her face.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I whispered. “How did you sleep?”

“So well.”

“I'm glad.”

She hummed as she stretched. “How long have you been awake?”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe thirty minutes. I've been watching TV.”

“Anything good?”

I laughed. “Not as good as watching you.”

“Ew, that was gross.”

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