Page 133 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“About?”

“This room.”

I chuckled. “Brings back memories, huh?”

“I remember laying on your bed and staring at that stupid poster you had over your bed.” Her eyes flitted up to the ceiling. “Yep, it's still there.”

I nodded as I sat on my bed. “Care to recreate that?”

“I'd love to.”

She shuffled over the carpet and set next to me, her hands on either side of her. I rested back and held out my arm for her to lay on. She nestled into my side with her head on my shoulder as she placed her hand over my heart. Her palm was warm against my chest.

I grinned. “Remember when I would sneak you in?”

“Those were the days.”

“Now, we can just do this on purpose.”

“Oh, so no more sneaking me in?”

I chuckled. “I mean, we could recreate all that for nostalgia's sake if you want.”

“I think that would be cute.”

“I like this. It feels right.”

She sighed contentedly. “Please, tell me you aren't bringing this poster for the ceiling above our bed.”

“Awe, why not?”

“It always gave me the creeps.”

“But I'll be there to keep you safe at night. I'll wrap my arms around you and protect you.”

“I could compromise.”

I perked up. “Yeah?”

“You can get it framed and hang it in the living room.”

“That sounds like a good idea. It's a vintage poster. I would have to get rid of it.”

“Do you need help getting it down?”

I shook my head. “Not yet. I'm enjoying this.”

She hummed. “Me, too.”

I went quiet as I listened to her rhythmic breathing. She sounded calm. Her skin felt warm under my hand and I rubbed her arm steadily, recalling the ways I had done this in the past. I stroked her arm down to her elbow, circling it before returning to her upper arm.

She sighed.

“My mother said something today,” I whispered. “About having kids.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.”

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