Page 115 of Brutal Vows
“Do you not recall that the only item of clothing you currently have is a wedding dress?”
“Are you really suggesting I should go shopping for clothes wearing a wedding dress?”
“Hmm. That is a problem. I’ll have some things brought up from the boutique downstairs, then we’ll go shopping.”
“I have plenty of my own stuff to wear, Quinn. You don’t have to bother buying me anything.”
“Everything you own is black.”
“Oh. Right.” She pauses, chewing her lip thoughtfully. “And I threw out all my old clothes after I moved in with Gianni.”
“So we’ll go shopping. While we’re doing that, I’ll send some lads to your house to pack your things.”
I watch her expression carefully to see what she thinks of that idea.
After a moment of processing it, she says, “Because I’m moving in with you.”
I dip my head and press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Aye. If you want to.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Don’t be a bloody moron.”
“Is that a yes?”
“It’s a yes.”
“I just wanted you to say it out loud.”
“I already told you before.”
Lowering her lashes, she whispers, “I know. But I like hearing it.”
It’s so bashful and so unlike her, it catches me completely off guard. It also charms the bejesus out of me.
I say gruffly, “I want you to live with me. I want you to sleep with me. I want you to shower with me, feed me, and fuck me every night and four times on the weekends.”
“Aha! I knew you were going to make me cook!”
“Really? That’s what you got out of all that?”
“No,” she says softly, smiling up at me. “I got the other stuff, too.”
“And?”
“And… it was all very nice.”
“Nice?You force me to wear my heart on my sleeve and all I get for the bloody effort is a ‘nice’?”
“Is Mr. Hyde coming out to play now? I feel like we’re about to start arguing. Wait, or is it Dr. Jekyll?”
When I growl, she laughs, thoroughly pleased with herself.
“I’m only getting you back for makingmewear my heart on my sleeve.”
“Fine. We’re even. No more getting each other back for anything else, aye?”
Grinning at me, she teases, “Aye.”
