Page 221 of I See You

Sevyn, of course, saw through all of it. Even from a hospital bed, bruised and healing, she reached for him. Coaxed him to talk. To feel. She held his pain like it was her own, and Hassan didn’t have the words to thank her for that. She’d always seen him—past the armor, past the cold—and chose to love what she found anyway.

Now, standing on the balcony of their private villa in Bora Bora, the ocean stretched endlessly before them, Hassan held the woman who saved him and the life they created together. And for once, he didn’t feel broken.

He felt whole. He felt blessed.

Sevynturnedinhisarms,hereyesdrinkinghimin—shirtless, toned, and wearing nothing but a pair of grey shorts that hung low on his waist. He was the finest thing walking, and all hers.

"What you thinking about?" she asked softly, fingers gliding down his face. He melted into her touch like always. She didn’t need to look too hard to know his mind was deep in thought.

"How lucky I am to have you," he said with a soft smile, making her chuckle.

"And to think you were about to dip out on me." Her eyes rolled playfully, though the memory still stung.

Harper, big mouth and all, hadn’t wasted a second telling her everything—the second Sevyn was stable, she spilled. Told her how Hassan planned to walk away, convinced she’d be better off without him.

That look in her eyes when she found out… it gutted him. "Would’vebeenmybiggestfuckingregrettoo,"Hassansaid, pulling her closer and brushing a gentle kiss on her lips.

He loved the softness of her—her mouth, her skin, her warmth. He couldn’t get enough. Sevyn was finally healed. The scars Braxton left were fading, but her beauty hadn’t. Even if they never faded, he’d still look at her like she was everything. Because she was.

"It would've been some good child support though," Sevyn said suddenly, biting her lip to hold back a laugh.

Hassan gave her the most unimpressed stare, making her cackle in his arms.

"I’m just playing, baby," she said sweetly, kissing him before he could respond.

He deepened the kiss, stealing a moan from her lips before she pulled back breathless. They were supposed to be getting ready for dinner, and if they kept going like this, the reservation would become another missed one.

Ever since they touched down on the island, they’d been making up for lost time—every room, every night, every inch. Between her recovery and his new partnership with Carlos and Vittorio, they hadn’t had time to just be.

Now, they had nothing but time—and they were spending all of it wrapped in each other.

"Why you stop?" Hassan asked, mugging her like she’d just ruined his whole night.

Sevyn laughed, trying to move around him. "Because we need to get ready. Dinner’s in an hour, and both of us take forever."

"You take forever doing makeup you don’t even need," he grumbled, grabbing her waist and pulling her right back into him. "I just want my dessert before dinner."

He licked his lips, eyes locked on her like he was starving. A shiver ran down her spine, but she held her ground.

"Andthatpussy?"Heleanedin,voicelow."Sweeter.Juicier. Thanks to my baby. I just want a taste."

Sevyn burst into laughter, smacking his chest. That man had no filter—and zero self-control when it came to her.

"Dessert comes after dinner. Now come on before the driver gets here."

Hassan pulled her back again, this time softer, a kiss brushing her lips. "I got something for you first."

She smiled. "That what you been hiding behind your back?"

He grinned and finally revealed the small black box. "Wanted to give you this before dinner."

Shetookitwithcuriosity,openingitslowly—thenfrownedin confusion.

"Keys? Babe, we already live together." She laughed. He smirked.

True. Sevyn had moved into his house the minute she was discharged from the hospital. He wasn’t about to let her go back to living alone, not pregnant, not after everything they’d been through.

Her penthouse had security, but he was her security. He needed his woman and their son under the same roof.

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