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“Yes, please,” I say as I put my head on his shoulder.

The sounds of the city get quieter. The sky grows darker as night falls. The wind becomes chillier, but I don’t care about any of it. Because I’m here with him. Because he holds me close, and it feels like nothing will ruin this.

They say with the right person, even hell feels like home. And that’s how I know Roman is the right person…and that I’m in love with him.

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Chapter 32

My Wife

ROMAN

Me:

When are u going to be home?

Malyshka:

Around 7? Kai scheduled another meeting about the special edition and it’s running late

Malyshka:

What time will u be home? I miss u so much

Me:

Same as you. And I miss u more

Malyshka:

Wanna bet? I’m going to blow ur mind tonight

Me:

I’ll never say no to you blowing me

Malyshka:

I AM AT WORK! Stop giving me ideas

Me:

Why? Wet for me already?

Malyshka:

Yes. And I hate u

Laughing,I glance at the huge bouquet on the passenger’s seat. There are one hundred and one pastel pink roses, and the scent is heady, making me a little dizzy. I really hope Nevaeh likes them, because I spent quite some time yesterday trying to arrange everything with Layla so the bouquet would be ready by the time our plane landed in San Jose.

I look out the window, my gaze glazing over the parking garage of her office building. Her convertible is parked beside my BMW. After the plane landed, I rushed home to take a quick shower and change my clothes. Not even twenty minutes later, I was already out the door. After I picked up the bouquet, I drove here, silently hoping for her to still be at work, because my surprise would’ve been ruined if she’d already left.

I climb out with the bouquet, close the door, and lean against my car. I’m glad we won last night. Now my mood isn’t marred with gloomy thoughts, and I can simply enjoy my time with my wife.

My wife…

Back in August, I would’ve never thought I would be calling Nevaeh my wife and meaning it. Now? I catch myself thinking about her that way all the time. The feelings I have for her are growing stronger, and it scares me…but I’m also secretly enjoying it. Being happy isn’t something I’m really used to—or more likewasn’tused to. Nevaeh turned my life upside down, helped me see that the world isn’t all black and white. That I can actually enjoy my days while remembering my brother and cherishing the time I got to spend with him.

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