Page 117 of Holding You
I shrug. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. You can talk to me, Ruby.”
He reaches for my face, resting a hand on my cheek and leaning in to kiss me.
I let him, but then the worry sets in.
“You … you remember our deal, right?” I ask.
He pauses for another kiss and nods.
“Yep.”
And then he pulls back, flipping the sheets off him and getting out of bed. He has boxers on, but they are tight and leave little to the imagination.
“Good. Because, um, we…”
Why is his body so pretty? I mean, I work out, too, but I don’t have lines the way he does.
“If anyone is going to forget the deal we made, it's you because of the way you’re looking at me.”
I smirk.
“It's hard not to.”
He sits on the bed as he pulls his shirt on. I sit up so that we can talk face-to-face. “You’re still good to keep this all here, right?” he asks.
I nod quickly. That question alone is all I need to know that he’s not overthinking this the way I am.
“Of course, yes.”
“Good.” He nods and then climbs back into the bed with me.
I knew the outcome, but that doesn’t mean my heart doesn’t sink a little at how easily he makes all this out to be.
He swoops an arm around me and jerks me to his chest.
I wrap my arm around him and then crawl into his lap to get the deepest hug that I can.
“We don’t have to meet everyone downstairs for a couple of hours, so ...” He draws the last word out, so I finish the sentence for him, my stomach growling on cue.
“So, we should order room service.”
His laugh makes his whole body shake.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“I bet.” I smile, giving him a quick kiss before I get out of bed for the menu and give myself room to breathe away from him, even if for a split second.
“I think I’m going to get the blueberry pancakes with whipped cream.”
“Ask for extra,” he says with a wink, and my insides melt.
Being near him when we get home is going to be more than a challenge.
I’m praying I can handle it.
But until then, I want as much of him as I can get.
