Page 84 of What We Broke

“And I’m okay with all of that, because now, after the year we’ve been through, I finally have all of you.”

Doesn’t he know how much I fear losing him?

“I just wanted to make sure,” he confesses. “I wanted to give us the option to talk about it in a safe space if we needed to.”

Leo and I both look at Dr. Sosa, who points to herself. “Hi. I’m the safe space.”

I chuckle before looking back at him. “I’m sure. And if I change my mind on anything, I promise I’ll let you know.”

He grabs my face, bringing my lips to his. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say. “That’ll always be the one thing that’s never going to change.”

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“What’s this?” I ask, walking into our candlelit house after returning from dropping Raine off at Zara’s.

Leo meets me in the center of the living room. Sliding his hands around my middle, I rest my own hands on his ass. “You’re always doing stuff for me, and I wanted to do something for you.”

“Something like…?” I smirk at him suggestively.

He chuckles. “Among other things. But did you want to eat first?”

I pretend to weigh it up with my hands. “Food or sex? Food or sex?”

He swats my chest. “I cooked your favorite. Let’s eat it first.”

“Hold up.” I squeeze his ass cheeks to keep him in place. “You cooked mushroom risotto?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

I pretend to avert my eyes.

“Okay, so it’s taken me seven years, but I finally worked out the dumb rice and liquid consistency. Honestly, you could love any. Other. Meal.”

I lower my mouth to his. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For not giving up on the risotto.” I tilt my head. “And us.”

I attempt to kiss him, but he gives me his cheek. “I know what you’re doing, Jesse. Get your mouth and your magic dick away from me. It’s food time first.”

Not even caring about the rejection, I kiss along his jawline instead. “Tell me more about my magic dick.”

“You’re relentless, you know that?” He faces me and bites my bottom lip. “Maybe I’ll bend you over real good, help you work up an appetite.”

My tongue sweeps over the sting of his teeth as I raise a brow at his choice of wording. “You’ll bend me over?”

“I told you tonight was all about you.”

Gently, I kiss the corner of his mouth. “If it’s all about me, don’t you think I deserve to know what you’ve got planned for me?”

“Please, Mr. Bottom from the Top, I ain’t no rookie.”

I rear my head back to meet his gaze. “Are you sure?”

I begin to take my clothes off, my t-shirt first and then my pants.

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