Page 80 of Rock On

She turned her back to me and then peered over her shoulder at me, bending slightly so that she jutted out her ass a little and wiggled it.

I’d missed that touch of playfulness.

Somewhere along the way, we’d lost so much of that.

“Have I told you lately how pretty you are?” I asked, my voice a little hoarser than I’d anticipated.

“No. But go ahead.” She turned slowly and let her arms drop.

She was fucking stunning.

“I want you to be in our new video,” I said abruptly, unsure where that thought had come from. Or how I was going to explain it to the other guys in the band since we already had a plan in place for the three videos we were doing.

“What?” She paused, cocking her head.

“Kind of like going back to the beginning. And showing the whole world how beautiful my girl is.”

“I don’t need to be in a video,” she said.

“But do you want to?” I asked. “I’ll make it happen if you want it.”

“I…” She pulled her lower lip through her teeth. “I’m standing here half-naked and you’re talking about getting me a modeling job?”

I chuckled. “Sorry. But…do you want to?”

Her eyes shone with excitement. “You know the answer to that.”

“Finish stripping.”

She stepped out of her panties without a lot of fanfare, and I took a moment to drink it in.

I’d never dreamed we’d be together again, much less like this.

She took a step toward me but I held up a hand.

“Wait,” I said gruffly. “Let me enjoy this. I just need to look at you for a minute.”

“Am I too skinny?” she whispered, suddenly looking away.

“No. I love you no matter how you are: I loved your curves and I love this version of you too.”

“I’m thinner than before I got pregnant.”

“On purpose?”

“Food stopped tasting good after Carter died.”

“Does it taste better now?”

“It’s starting to.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor.

“I love your body, Harley. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Her eyes were trained on my torso.

“See something you like?”

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