Page 122 of Mila: The Godfather

He didn’t leave.

I round the bed and walk towards him. He then quietly takes my hands in his, and we both watch as the towel falls to my feet.

Holding my breath, I’m proud that I don’t look away or hide my face when I find myself standing naked before him.

Does he like what he sees?

He does.

He told me so back at the beach when I exposed my chest to him.

I watch him quietly as he grabs a white shirt and helps me into it. It’s funny how even sitting down, he’s taller than me.

Once I’m dressed in his shirt, he stands to his full height, towering over me. He presses a kiss to my forehead and lingers there for a moment. “Goodnight, butterfly.” His lips leave my forehead, and he steps back, ready to leave the room.

Like a quick reflex, I grab his hand, stopping him from leaving. Focusing on his wedding ring, I ask “Will you stay with me?”

He’s quiet for a second before he squeezes my hand. “If that’s what you want.”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

He chuckles as the butterflies in my stomach start to dance to the sound of his voice.

“Let me shower, and I’ll meet you in bed.”

Letting out a relieved sigh, I nod and watch as he moves towards the bathroom with his sweatpants in hand.

Ten minutes.

He takes ten minutes to shower.

I counted them, yes.

Then he exits the bathroom, wearing only his black sweatpants. His ink is on full display, and his wet hair is brushed back.

He takes my breath away too. I think to myself as he moves toward his night chest, takes off his jewelry and turns my way.

I count every step he takes until he gets near the bed.

“You smell nice.” I whisper while I nervously play with one of my curls.

Riagan smiles before replying. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Then he quickly climbs under the covers and reaches for me. Letting myself be pulled toward his body, I lay my head on his chest, exactly where he wants me. Right where I want to be.

It feels natural.

As if we’ve done this a million times before.

There’s that feeling of déjà vu again.

“Riagan…” I whisper, feeling his warmth on my cheek.

“Hum?”

“I’m really happy.”

There’s a long pause, one that makes me question if I said something wrong, but then my nerves ease when he speaks.

“Good. That’s all I’ll ever want.” Thud. Thud. Thud. My heart. “Sweet dreams, wife.” Riagan whispers into my hair as he kisses my head.

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