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A sad smile slips over my lips. “Right.”
He leans over the edge of the tub and grabs his phone.
He takes my hand and moves it around until he finds an angle he likes. It has the bubble bath, wineglasses, and the moon in the background.Click!
“Let me see,” I say, peering at the screen. “Oh, that’s a good one. Look at how pretty it is. The light is hitting the ring perfectly.”
He holds his phone in front of me and opens his Social app. He clicks the search bar, types my name in, and follows me.
“Ooh,” I say, teasing him. “I get a follow and don’t even have to pay you.”
“I’m taking it out of your ass later.”
“Why wait?”
He shakes his head, his chuckle making me smile, as he returns to his profile. The picture is uploaded. His fingers fly across the keyboard.The biggest win of all time. He tags me, hits post, and then closes the app.
I nestle against him, pressing a kiss to his chest. “That was a nice caption.”
“I’ve been thinking about it all evening.”
A giggle escapes my lips. “You’ve been thinking about a social media caption all evening?”
“No. I’ve been thinking about how true that statement really is.”
I lean up and turn to look at him. His eyes sparkle.
“If we have to cut this honeymoon short, I only have one request,” I say.
“What is it?”
“I want to come in every room of this house.”
He palms the back of my head and brings my mouth to his, grinning. “Your request is granted.”
And it was … over and over again.
CHAPTER17
Renn
Blakely’s soft breathing fills the air.
I stopped being able to feel my left arm an hour ago, but I can’t force myself to move. Her head is curled in the bend of my arm with her face against my chest. An arm is draped over me and one of her legs is thrown over mine like she’s afraid I might get up.
Little does she know that if I could press pause on this night and stay here forever, I would.
My affection for this woman has only grown since we’ve been here—since we got married. I expected to grow frustrated or bored with her like I typically do after being with someone for more than a day or two. But with Blakely, it’s the opposite.
She’s kind and sweet. Funny as hell. Every time I’m inside her, it’s better than the time before. And that, in and of itself, is unsettling.
It kills me a little to leave Australia early. Here, we’re perfect. Once we go home, all hell could break loose, and life has a chance to wedge itself between us.
I quite like where we are. Glancing down, I brush a strand of hair off her cheek.I like it here a whole hell of a lot.
“You’re setting yourself up for failure,” I whisper into the night.
My chest pulls so hard that I wince.
