Page 92 of Rebel Romeo

For the first time in a long time, I wanted to say yes. Before I could stop myself, a smile spread along my face at her suggestion. I brushed away some of her hair from her face and pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. "I think I'd like that," I whispered as I held her close to me.

"Really?"

"You don't have to sound so surprised," I chuckled.

"I'm sorry, but I am. I spent the better part of weeks trying to convince you just to be my friend. And now with zero objections, you're staying the night?"

"Well whenever I'm starting to push away from you, I realized, I just need to ask myself WWRD."

"WWRD?"

"What would Romeo do?"

She snorted a laugh, burying her face in my neck. "Romeo would drink a vial of poison.”

"Huh. Maybe I need to work on my role models."

"You think?"

I leaned forward, grabbing the remote control beside her bed and turning on the TV, scrolling through her streaming services. "Besides, you owe me a marathon watch of The Departed."

She gasped, pulling back to smack that same hand that was gently stroking my chest with a loud smack against my pecs. "You wouldn't make me watch that in a post-orgasmic haze!"

I snorted. "Oh. I would and I am. If I had to sit through two and a half hours of scrawny Leo confessing undying love, you have to deal with some Scorcese gore."

"Some might call him SGOREcese," Katherine joked.

I groaned. "You're way too hot to be making dad jokes like that." Despite how cheesy it was, I laughed and tackled her, digging my fingers into her ribs, tickling her. She squirmed beneath me, her body rubbing against me. She gasped and looked down between us.

“You’re still?—”

“Katherine,” I growled. “Please don’t.”

“But you?—”

“We’re not worrying about me tonight.”

Blinking, she swallowed as she looked up at me, wide-eyed and innocent. After a moment of silence, she asked, “But soon, right?”

I reached up, smoothing a blonde, stray hair falling in her face behind her ear. “Soon.”

Capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, she peered up at me. "So since we’re not worrying about you tonight, does that mean we can watch something other than The Departed?"

How the fuck could I ever say no to this girl? With eyes like that and wet, pouty lips, I'm a fucking goner. Sucker punched by her beauty and utterly pussy-whipped. "Fine," I sighed, pretending like it's a chore she owed me for to sit here and watch anything with her.

The smile that lit her face was worth any shitty chick flick she'd threaten me with. As long as I got to hold her in my arms and fall asleep with her tonight. "Thank you." Stretching, she kissed me quickly, but I caught her chin with my fingers, drawing that quick kiss into another long, lazy exploration with my tongue.

Her whimper made my cock twitch, adding fuel to the fire.

This is what heaven feels like—this moment right here when everything else fades away but us. For just a moment, everything was perfect.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The dress Holden gifted me mocks me from within my closet. It’s the only couture item I own. The only dress I have that even remotely works for a Senator Dorsey party.

And yet, I can’t bring myself to wear it again.

And I also can’t bring myself to get rid of it…

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