Page 79 of Loving the CEO

"I can feel it. It's like your entire body is vibrating," he said.

He kept touching me while I unlocked the door and pushed it open. Once I turned on the light, I spun around and smiled at Leo.

"Welcome home to me! I know it’s silly because we were here yesterday, but today it feels like mine, you know?"

"You’re adorable. How can you be so excited?"

I shrugged. "It feels like I’m finally moving on. I can start decorating it just the way I want to."

He frowned. "You could have brought whatever you wanted at the house too."

"Don't be silly. It would totally have cramped your style."

He walked closer, surprising me by putting his arm around my waist and bringing his mouth to my ear. "No, it fucking wouldn't. I mean it. If you want to have something at the house, just tell me and it’s yours."

Oh, this man!He was saying all the right things.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I might come use that amazing treadmill of yours." I wrinkled my nose. "I don't like running on the pavement."

"It's better for your joints to run on the treadmill. Besides, I can make sure you don't have any muscle cramps afterward. Massage them out—and everything else too." He bounced his eyebrows.

"How very thoughtful of you," I teased, then started looking around my new place. "I need to start making some friends in Boston."

"You feel lonely?" Leo asked.

“Not exactly, considering a certain sexy realtor is filling up my nights. But I miss socializing. I talk to Debbie daily, and we message back andforth like crazy, but it's not the same. But I have some ideas. I might join some theater improv group or something."

Leo tilted his head. "My grandmother would love that. Maybe she could give you some tips. I’m sure she still has connections even though she retired from acting a long time ago. And you can always take up the girls on their offer. They’d love to hang out with you."

I moved farther into the living room. Leo was right next to me, one arm around my back as if he couldn't bear to be in the same room with me and not touch me.

I looked at him over my shoulder. "And you wouldn't mind, even now?"

"Of course not. Wait, what do you mean, even now?"

"Things were awkward enough when I was a runaway bride living with you. But now that we're... you know..."

"I'd like to hear you say it," he teased.

I turned around. "Now that we're having fun under the sheets."

He lowered his hand to my ass. "Come on, Tory. You can do better."

"Now that we're sleeping together. And no, you can’t make me say it even dirtier.”

“Fair enough.”

“I don't know. Will things be even weirder? What would I even tell them?"

"What would make you comfortable?" he asked.

"I'm not even sure."

I scrutinized him for signs of whether this bothered him or not, but then I realized it was useless. I couldn’t read Leo as well as I’d thought—I'd never picked up on the fact that he’d wanted me in his bed long before now, after all. Odd how fresh I was out of an almost-marriage, yet I wasn’t afraid of what Leo and I could have together. The possibility of a future excited me. How could that be?

"Then let's just play it by ear," he said.

"So, do I call them up out of nowhere?”

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