Page 114 of His Juliet

“I could have done that,” I said.

“But why, when you have me to do it for you?” He raised a cocky eyebrow, and I tried to ignore the syrupy pleasure working through my stomach at him taking care of me.

“I meant to tell you earlier, but I love your hair,” Sofiya said. “Where do you get it done?”

“I actually do it myself.”

“No way,” Sienna said. “Are you serious? It looks professional.”

“Thank you.” I squirmed in my seat at the attention, but the movement made me conscious of my sticky underwear. Romeo squeezed my thigh under the table, his smirk telling me he knew exactly what was going on.

“Will you do my hair?” Sofiya asked, twirling the ends of her gorgeous blond curls. “I think I’d look good with pink hair.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“You should do Angelo’s, too,” Sienna said. “He’s got better hair than I do.”

The bodyguard smirked. I’d only ever seen his hair tied back, but it looked like it probably came down to his shoulders.

“I’m not sure pink hair would have the right intimidation factor,” he said.

The others kept the conversation going, occasionally asking me questions to draw me in, but mostly, I was content to listen.

Exhaustion pulled at me as I finished eating. This day had been a lot and I had reached my limit.

Romeo put his arm around my shoulder. “Tired?”

I nodded.

“Let’s head out, then,” he said.

We left in a flurry of hugs, promises to see me soon, and a large glass container filled with slabs of chocolate cake. Once we were in the hallway, Romeo picked me up and carried me into the elevator. I pressed my face to his neck, squeezing my eyes shut for the quick ride.

“Good job, angel. I know today was hard.” He walked into the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. I dropped my legs, expecting him to put me down, but he kept me in his arms until we were settled on the couch. “I’m proud of you.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You left the apartment. You spent time with new people. And then you stayed for dinner even though you were unsettled. It’s a big deal.”

My cheeks heated and I couldn’t meet his gaze, but warmth at his praise suffused me from head to toe. My eyes closed as he caressed my jaw. I would never get enough of his touch.

55

ROMEO

I walkedout of the shower, towel around my waist, to find a disheveled Juliet peeking at me from under the sheets. My girl was not a morning person. We’d fallen into a routine where I worked out, got some work done, and then jumped back in bed to cuddle her awake.

Sleepy Juliet was one of my favorite parts of the day.

I belly-flopped into the bed, causing her to squeal. I rolled on top of her and pressed sloppy kisses to her face.

“Eww, stop!” she shouted between her peals of laughter.

I chuckled against her skin and brushed her messy hair out of her face. “Good morning.”

“You’re in a good mood this morning,” she grumbled.

“Why wouldn’t I be? My Juliet is in my bed being absolutely perfect.”

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