Page 87 of Broken King

“Sure! I’m sitting in a hotel bathroom, so why wouldn’t it be a good time for a surprise?” he says with a chuckle.

I lift out a can of shaving cream and a men’s blue disposable razor from the bag. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

He gives me a big smile. “I think one of my fantasies is about to come true.”

Relieved he’s pleased with my idea, I get everything ready and then walk over to stand in front of him. Once I have a dollop of shaving cream in my palm, I rub my hands together to coat them and then rub them over his jaw and chin.

I hold the razor up in front of his face and tell him the truth about what I’m about to do. “I’ve never shaved anyone, so forgive me in advance if I cut you. I promise to be careful.”

He’s so sweet and lifts himself up to kiss me, getting shaving cream on my face too. “You’re going to do great. It’s easy. If a fifteen-year-old boy can do it, you can too.”

“Okay. Let’s do this!”

As I run the razor over his stubble that’s a few days old, he watches me like every move I make is important and he doesn’t want to miss even a single one. I’m focused so I don’t cut his face to ribbons, but I see in his eyes he likes me doing this for him.

“You know, Kate, she never meant anything to me. Sabrina, I mean. I only let her shave me because I wanted to look nice for you.”

I smile as relief fills me. “I know that now. I’m sorry I got jealous.”

One final sweep of the razor under his chin and I’m done. Tossing the razor in the sink, I step aside so he can stand up. “Take a look and let me know if it’s okay.”

He leans against the vanity to inspect his face in the mirror and then looks over at me. “You did a great job! Thanks!”

When I start to clean up, he takes me in his arms and kisses me, getting what’s left of the shaving cream still on his face all over mine. Grabbing a washcloth, he wipes off my face and then does the same to his.

“For future reference, any time you want to shave me, I’m all in.”

I throw everything back into the plastic bag and take it out to my purse as he lies back on the bed. He beckons me over to him, so I curl up beside him, loving how warm his skin feels against mine.

This is what I’ve always dreamed of but never found with anyone but Ronan. Other people can have nights out at bars. I have all I want right here.

We lie there silently as I revel in how happy we are, and then Ronan breaks the silence in that adorable way only he can do. “By the way, that fantasy I have of you shaving me. We only got it half right.”

I lift my head off his chest and look up at him. “Oh? You said it turned out great.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “You definitely did great, but for it to really fulfill my fantasy, we have to have sex while you’re shaving me. So, technically, that didn’t count.”

“You should have told me.”

Shrugging, he says, “Next time.”

“Would it count if we had sex now?” I say with a tiny giggle.

Ronan looks up at the ceiling. “I’m not sure the judges would say that’s the same.”

I lie back down next to him and set my head on his chest. “Oh, well. Then I guess we won’t.”

Of course, I don’t mean that. Being with Ronan is one of my favorite things in the world. I do like teasing him, though.

He rolls me onto my back and kisses me long and deep. “I told the judges to fuck off, so it counts.”

“To hell with the judges anyway. We decide what counts, right?”

“Right.”

It’s been nearly five years, but it feels like no time has passed at all when it comes to us. Ronan is still the same boy I fell in love with that first night when we talked for hours and he kissed me in the park.

And I’m still madly in love with him.

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