Page 128 of The Betrayal

“Ari?” he cocks his head to the side and my cheeks flame when I snap out of it.

“Yup?” I try and conceal my embarrassment at being caught.

“Did you hear what I said?” his lips twitch into a smirk.

He knows.

He so knows.

I could have lied. I didn't. I just stared at him.

“No?” why am I answering in a question.

“Would you like me to repeat it?” he chuckles as the lift halts.

“Please,” I dip my head as I walk out of the elevator and turn right towards the exit of the building.

“What is on your list?”

You.

“Everything?” and this time I do answer with a question for a reason. He stops dead in his tracks, head tilting ever so slightly as he looks at me, eyes narrowing. “I am freaking out,” I admit, fingers locked in front of me.

“Why?” he licks his lips. I want to be his lips. Why am I so horny?

“Because I have nothing, these babies could come at any day.”

“That's why we're going shopping aren't we, baby.”

Baby.

“But we do need to decide where we're going to stay when the babies are born,”

I stiffen. “I would really like for you to come back home, Ari.”

“But...”

“Look,” he pauses for a moment and closes the gap between us with two steps. Not hard, one step of Keaton's is three of mine. “I know we're sort of...”

“On a break?” Damn it.

“Yeah?”

Oh, now he is asking me the questions.

“Yeah.”

“But we have both agreed that I am going to be in the babies lives, just to help out.” He nods as if trying to convince himself. I'm annoyed with myself. I have no idea why I haven't said I want to be back with him. I knew I wanted it. I'm sure he wants it. But?

“So come home Ari, give Killian his penthouse back and move home.” His hand cups my face, my eyes glassy. “Move back home with me, please,” and I don't miss the desperation in his voice.

Truth was, I wanted to go back home. I loved him with everything I had.

“Okay,” I whisper, and I see the glee in his eyes, his lips spreading into a slow smirk.

“Roommates, of course?” he wiggles his brows.

“Of course.” Small steps. This is what we need. We will fall back into each other, but for the minute, our focus is the babies. “But can I move back home tomorrow? I have a date with the girls tonight,” I grimace.

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