Page 85 of Avenging Kelly

My hand rested on Kelly’s firm chest where I could feel the steady beating of his heart. There were times when we were trying to sort out The Mess—as we called the days when we first got together—and I wasn’t sure if I’d get the privilege of seeing the man alive. I was so grateful that was behind us, now.

“Do you want to move back? We always laugh when your mom and brother try to talk us into it, but should we have a serious discussion about it?” Kelly asked as he covered his hand with mine, playing with the silicone ring on my left hand that matched the one on his.

We hadn’t gotten married—gay marriage wasn’t legal in the Dominican Republic, and same-sex relationships were barely tolerated, but they weren’t punishable by jail time any longer.

We didn’t flaunt our relationship when we were around others—even Juan and Marcy—but we weren’t in the closet. Locals really didn’t say anything about us. We went out every once in a while and had fun, but we mostly stayed to ourselves. Tourists sometimes asked about us, and we said we were partners. Anything else wasn’t really their fucking business.

I swiped my tongue over his left nipple, grinning when he took in a breath. “Your mother is right down the hall,” Kelly chastised with a laugh in his voice.

“No, my love, I don’t want to move back. I love our life. Maybe when Daisy is older we can think about it, but not now,” I answered.

“Good,” Kelly whispered as he moved on top of me and kissed me slowly.

Yes, I had a wonderful life, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything…

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