Page 126 of Marry Lies
I narrow my eyes. “Okay? That’s it?”
She shrugs. “Yeah. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and the truth is, I don’t care about the money, or the fact that you lied. I understand why you did it. You thought you were doing the right thing. You thought you were protecting and supporting me. And when I thought about it from your perspective, it made sense. Iknowyou. I know how you learned how to make an English fry up for me. I know you requested the chef to make me my favorite meals. I know you made an effort and offered to go on my morning walks with me.”
Hearing her say all of this…it envelops me in something warm. Something comforting that I’ve never had before.Something I never want to let go of again.
“I know you surprised me by flying my father here tonight,” she adds. “We spent a long time talking earlier. Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” I tell her honestly.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “And, I know you showed me a part of yourself down in the cellar that I’ll never get enough of,” she says, her voice low. “I know how it feels to have someone cuddle up behind me for three days when life doesn’t feel worth living,” she adds, her voice a whisper. “I know how it feels to not be alone anymore.”
Her eyes water.
My chest cracks open. “God, I missed you so fucking much.”
She shakes her head as her eyes flick between mine. “I missed you more.”
I kiss her before I know what I’m doing, and she lets out a tiny, satisfied gasp as my lips crash against hers. My fingers get tangled in her curls, and my tongue parts her lips easily. The other hand comes to her waist, and I pull her close to me. I need to feel her, need to touch her. One of her hands comes to my neck, and I moan when she runs her small fingers over the ultra-sensitive skin of my scars.
She pulls away before I can drag her into the next room.
“Open your present,” she says, smiling.
Gods.When she smiles, her eyes shine theexactshade of blue—
“Miles.”
I smile, the words on the tip of my tongue. When I unseal the envelope, I pull out a note card.
IOU.
Good for one trip to see Lucifer.
“What is this?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
She laughs and crosses her arms. “I decided I would give you one opportunity a week to go see Lucifer with me,” she starts, looking chagrined. “I don’t like it, but I know that scary little beast means a lot to you, so I’ll figure out a way to deal with it.”
I drop the note and pull her into me, kissing her fervently. She groans when my hand snakes around her waist, dipping down to her ass and squeezing.
“Miles—”
“Stop fucking talking and let me tell you that I love you,” I whisper against her lips, my hands moving to her hips as they dig into her skin. “I love you so fucking much that I don’t even want to sleep under that fucking duvet without you.” She laughs, or cries, against my lips before kissing me again. She smells like her… like jasmine and Chanel No. 5. I inhale as warmth spreads through me. “I don’t want to do this without you. I’m sorry. I’ll keep telling you I’m sorry for the rest of our lives.”
“I know, darling,” she murmurs. I shiver at her words. “I love you, too.”
Running a hand up to my face, she pulls away and looks at me with everything—every emotion, every morsel of hope I never dared let myself feel before I met her.
“Come home,” I beg her.
“Louis already has my things,” she says, kissing me again.
“So willing to forgive me, wife?” I ask, trying to keep my voice casual.
Please say yes.
“I wanted to be prepared,” she murmurs against my lips. “Just in case you said all the right things.”
“And? Did I?” I ask, pulling away from her slightly.
