Page 182 of A Little Broken

“Like what?”

“For starters, how does your family feel about sharing a room?”

“With them?” Her nose wrinkles. “Probably not great—” I splash her and she laughs even harder. “Kidding. I’m pretty sure as long as they see how happy you make me, we’ll be good to go.”

“Good,” I reply. Dipping my hands back beneath the water, I drag them along her spine, memorizing every curve. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ll go crazy if I don’t get to spend every night with you by my side.”

She bites her lip, fighting a grin. “So corny.”

“You know you love it.”

“I love you,” she clarifies.

“I love you, too.” I kiss her softly. “Oh, and I have one more condition.”

“Someone’s greedy tonight.”

“You’ll like this one, I think,” I tell her.

She peeks up at me, those hazel eyes making my cock harden beneath the water. “What?”

Hooking my arm around her, I pull her into my side and drop my voice low as if delivering a secret. “You make sure to take notes so that when we finally tie the knot, our wedding will blow theirs out of the water.”

Her face scrunches in the cutest smile I’ve ever seen. “Deal.”

The End

EPILOGUE

TATUM

A while later…

“Where are you taking me?” I ask. I’m still not sure how he did it. How he managed to keep the location a secret for so long. I blame the noise-canceling headphones he gifted me for my birthday and the sleeping pill he placed in my hand as soon as we got to our seats.

Clever, Paxton Turner. Very clever.

With a yawn, I peek out the airplane window in hopes of piecing together where we are, but I’m as clueless as ever.

“Rise and shine, Birthday Girl.” Pax kisses my cheek, then laughs. Reaching up, he runs his thumb along the side of my face, and my brows furrow.

“What is it?”

“Sleep lines.” His smile softens. “Fuck, I love you.”

My heart pitter-pattering like always whenever he says those three words, I lean into his hand, soaking up his affection. “Love you, too.”

“Come on.” He grabs our carry-ons from the overhead bin, hooking his backpack over one shoulder while grasping thehandle to my bright red bag and leads the way from our first class seats to the jetway.

As we pass an adorable couple talking to their toddler, my brows bunch. “Are they speaking…German?”

Tossing me another smirk over his shoulder, Pax reaches back and wiggles his free hand, urging me to take it. When I do, he tugs me toward him, pulling me to his side instead of letting me trail behind. “Surprised?” he murmurs.

“Uh, definitely. Germany?” My eyes widen as the word rolls off my tongue. “Are you serious?”

“Welcome to Berlin, Birthday Girl. But we should hurry so we don’t miss the train.”

“Train?”

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