Page 64 of Just Like in the Movies
“My beautiful exhibitionist.” He chuckled into my hair.
“I am not!” I exclaimed, but I was too limp and happy to move, so it wasn’t much of a protest.
“I love you naked,” he said. “Love you clothed too, but naked you’re damn special.”
“So are you,” I told him and stretched my arm around his waist. “You should never wear any clothes when you’re home.”
He laughed and rested his cheek on top of my head. “We’ll have to get up and get cleaned up soon. Your parents will be back.”
“I’ll text them and tell them I’m too busy molesting my fiancé. Mom will understand.” I sighed. “I’d rather just nap here with you, then do a little more of that again later.”
“We have tonight. And all the nights after. And a few mornings. And some afternoons.”
I snorted a laugh. “I won’t be able to walk!”
“Not if I do my job right,” he said. Then, in a more serious tone, he added, “I never want you to feel unloved again.”
I raised my head and kissed his chin. “You keep doing what you did today and I think you’ll be fine.” It wasn’t what he’d meant, though, so I added, “You’re doing great so far.”
“Good.” He stroked the back of his fingers down my cheek and pulled me close. “Promise me you’ll let me know if I ever stop doing great?”
“I’ll buy something special to throw at you,” I promised and then jerked when he started to tickle me. “Oh, no, you rotten shit, stop that!” I hit him with the pillow and rolled off the bed in a move that wouldn’t have been out of place in one of his action movies. “Just for that, I’m hitting the shower.”
He sat up and my breath caught again, just looking at him. “Care for some company?”
I turned toward the door, but glanced back at him over my shoulder in a very Maddie move. “Absolutely.”
