Page 45 of Room 4 Rent

For several seconds, I don’t move. Neither of us do, our breathing ragged. I run my fingers across the dampness of his neck, and he tenses. Pressing a kiss to my ear, my jaw, and then my lips, he sighs and slides off me.

Turning over, I face him, the moonlight filtering in through the blinds. My eyes drift to his, and he smiles. His lips ease into a cocky grin. “How’s that for accuracy.”

“Hundred and five,” I tease, laughter rolling through me.

He winks. “Told you it was true.”

I have one final thought before I drift off to sleep with my ear placed against his chest.

Collin who?

And… “Say something?”

“Hmmm?” Cason hums, trailing his fingers up my spine.

“Say something. I want to hear the vibration of your voice against my ear.”

His lips press to the top of my head. “Your husband was a fucking idiot.”

Now that I agree with.

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