Page 115 of Finally Forever
He arches a dark brow. “There were rumors about that?”
This time, I arch a brow.
“If kinky was offered, I took it.” He tucks in his shirt. “Sex was meaningless. A form of release. An emotionless act. Nothing more.”
“And with me? Was it like that with me in the beginning? You can be honest.” I might not like it, but it would be the truth, and I know he’s not like that now.
He buttons his jacket and holds my gaze. “Everything was different with you. I didn’t understand it. Hell, I tried to deny it, told myself you didn’t mean anything. You couldn’t. In the end, I was helpless to you and everything you made me feel. Because you made mefeel. Before you, I didn’t think I was capable of love.”
“You thought you were broken?” I’d thought the same thing because I was a virgin who seemed incapable of an orgasm.
“I am broken,” he admits with zero shame. “But you love me anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”
I wrap my arms around his waist, my head tilted to meet his gaze, although we’re much closer in height with me in these heels. “I do love you. More than anything.”
He strokes my cheek, then kisses me. One of those worshipful kisses that floods my insides with emotions as if he’s pouring them into me—adoration, gratefulness, and promises of pleasure and devotion.
For someone who thought himself incapable of love, he sure is good at delivering it.
Epilogue
AINSLEY
“Is that everything?” I ask Sebastian.
The gentle sound of the sea splashing the rocks beyond the open French doors does little to ease my nerves.
He walks out of the en suite bathroom to our villa in the south of France, the one he bought for me as an engagement present. “The bathroom looks clear.”
“Good. I worried I’d left makeup bags on the counter.”
Last month, when we were in our penthouse in Paris, I’d left an entire suitcase. Luckily, Owen was able to take the train to retrieve it for me. It’s only a three-hour trip, and we gave him the night off in Paris before returning the next day. He’s been with us for a year now. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
It was an adjustment, separating from Xavier and developing a relationship with the new guy. Sebastian and I weren’t sure at first, purely based on Owen’s physique, which was horrible of us. We’re used to protection that, well, looks like protection. Owen falls into the tall, lanky category. We quickly learned he might be thin, but he’s all muscle and an excellent marksman. A competition winner. He’s kind of a secret weapon with the appearance of twenty-something when he’s really in his early thirties. He’s smart, caring, fluent in three languages, and worked as a personal assistant to several celebrities before deciding they have too much drama.
Their loss, our gain.
I zip the suitcase closed and try to tug it from the bench at the foot of the bed.
Sebastian rushes over. “That weighs more than you. Let me.” He easily lifts the suitcase and sets it on the floor with the others. Leaving for two months requires a lot of packing.
“Thank you.” I remove my scrunchy from my wrist and secure my long hair in a ponytail, or else it will all be pulled from my head by a munchkin with a strong grip.
“Is this over the top?”
He smirks. “Which part? A massive birthday party to celebrate our baby’s sixth month of life, or his first trip on a jet to America?”
I sigh. “We should have flown everyone here. He’s too young, isn’t he?”
Sebastian cups my cheeks. “Babies travel by plane all the time. He’ll be fine. Hell, you had a crib put on the plane with his bedding, so it smells familiar.”
“What if his ears pop?”
“He’ll drink his bottle to release the pressure like the pediatrician recommended.”
“Okay.” I force out a breath and try to relax. Traveling back and forth to Paris from here is nothing. A car or train ride away. This is different.
“You want to buy a house in America still, right?”
