Page 146 of Resurfaced Passion
“What are you doing?” She yelled through the apartment. “Reaper!”
He appeared seconds later carrying a sneakers shoe box.
There was no shame in how she mentally mauled him.
She washis wife. She could mentally molest him all she wanted, thank you very much.
He smirked, seemingly reading her mind.
“You screamed my name just like that all night.”
He was a scream-inducing kind of boyfriend.Husband.
Whoa. Adrenaline rushed through her bloodstream.
Reaper, this gorgeous piece of human was her husband. She loved that.
In seconds he was back in bed with her, laid on his side. He offered her the box.
“What’s this?”
“Take a look.”
When she did, that same adrenalin came back with force, pumping blood so fast through her heart she physically stopped breathing for a moment, her eyes searched out his.
Reaper was silent, contemplatively watching her as she began to sift through the papers and photos. So many photos of her and him together.
It was their life together. The one she couldn’t remember.
Certificate of marriage.
Wedding day photos on the beach.
Birthday photos.
Ultrasound photos.
All of them had a little note written in her hand on the back marking the occasion.
And with each photo she held delicately, searching out every corner and smile looking back at her, her heart beat that much faster. A mix of pain and happiness.
She didn’t know she was crying until Reaper brushed a thumb under her eye.
She looked up and smiled at him, her bottom lip quivering.
“We loved each other so much.”
“Love. Love each other so much.”
Nodding like a bobble-head, Paige agreed and went back to pouring through the box of treasures. Reaper every now and then would give her the back story of one. She laughed and she cried, and she fell harder for the man who waited for her.
The rest of that day was spent wrapped up in each other, like the world and everything outside their door didn’t exist.
“I know what makes you combust, Paige. I know what makes you drip into my hand.” He shared sexily much later, nipping on her earlobe.
He was being a torturous beast. All through dinner he’d given her thecome sex me upeyes, all the while telling her to eat and pushing food onto her plate and then seducing her with more ice cream.
Now she was ready to combust and crawl across the dining table butt first and beg him to grope her good and proper.
