Page 153 of Mila: The Godfather

“It’s not. I don’t have the money. I can’t give you the same things. I–” she drops her head, making all those unruly curls fall around her face.

Shit.

Reaching under her chin, I make her look at me. Those big blue eyes hit me. They move rapidly, trying to focus on just one thing. So pretty. She takes my breath away.

“You give me so much more. Something no amount of money can buy.” I bend low so we’re face to face. Kissing her lips softly, I groan at her sweet taste. Mine. The wild animal in me hisses. Mine. Only ever mine.

She pulls away and touches my cheek. “I want to be able to buy you things, too. Things that make you smile.” She whispers. Her intoxicating breath hitting my face.

Stealing another quick kiss, I smile down at her, wanting her to know that I mean every word that comes out of my mouth. “I don’t need anything but you, butterfly. Your happiness is all I want.” I tell her. Because her love? Yeah. I have it, even if she hasn’t said the words.

I have her heart, and that’s the only thing I treasure in this life besides my father.

Mila smiles at me brightly.

God, she’s pretty on a normal day. But when she smiles, she could knock me to my knees.

“You always say the sweetest things, Riagan.” she breathes out.

“What can I say, baby. You bring out the good in me.” I wink at her, and her smile widens.

“Every part of you is good.” She says shyly.

“Nah, baby. I know that’s not true.” I breathe out, loving the way she’s looking at my lips now. “The only good part of me is you.” Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.

Beautiful.

“Oh, you’re wearing them!” she completely forgets our conversation when she looks down at the ground, pointing at my feet.

“Of course, I am.” I lift the end of my jeans, so she can see the white sneakers she costume made for me better. “You’re incredibly talented.”

“Thank you.” She smiles. “I’m glad you like them.”

“I love them.” I love you is on the tip of my tongue.

“They look good on you.”

“They do. Would it be too much to ask you to paint all my shit? Go crazy, baby. Paint my world.”

“You’re crazy.” She laughs, hugging me.

“Crazy for you,” I tell her truthfully. I am completely mad for this girl. She’s all I think about. All I see when I open my eyes in the morning and when I close them at night. She’s everything, she’s everywhere, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My perfect girl.

My dream come true.

“I feel the same way, Riagan.” She mumbles on my chest. Smirking, I pull her back so she can look at me. I save the look on her face in my memory. The look of pure happiness. I’m addicted to her smiles. I want all of them.

“I know.”

“You’re so cocky.” She hits my chest playfully.

“Oh, you would know.”

She gasps. “Oh, I got that one! An innuendo. Clever.”

I bark out a laugh while her neck turns the same shade of pink as her cheeks.

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