Page 321 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 3
"It's one that I want to make with you."
"I don't want you to ask me just because I lost my job and you feel sorry for me."
"I don't feel sorry for you." I pulled up in front of my apartment and cut the engine. I reached over and grabbed her hand. "I like falling asleep with you and waking up next to you. I'm asking you because I'm greedy. I can't get enough of you." I ran my thumb along her knuckles and over the tan line on her ring finger. She nervously touched that spot all the time. Like there was something there that nothing else could fill. She probably didn't even realize she was doing it. But it broke my heart a little every time I saw her do it.
I felt guilty about what I had done. But everything else I said was true too. I wanted to fill that spot on her finger. Not with a ring. Not yet, anyway. I wanted to be enough for her. Just me. Because she was enough for me.
She looked up at me. "I can't get enough of you either."
"So is that a yes?"
"Of course it's a yes!" She unbuckled her seatbelt and moved onto my lap. She grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me.
I thought I had already felt guilty. But the way she was kissing me? I was going straight to hell.
