Page 70 of Ruthless Rose

I shut the door behind him, grab his hand, and tug him toward the stairs. “You want to stay, right?”

I don’t feel particularly great in my pajamas and old T-shirt, but when I look back, his eyes are trained on my ass.

“Micah?”

“Hmm?”

I point at my face. “I’m up here.”

He grins sheepishly. “Sorry. I was distracted.”

“You want to stay?” The girl inside of me who isn’t used to this kind of attention at all wants him to stay, no matter what he wants to talk about. I want him to stay for me. Because he wants to be here with me.

“Yeah. Yeah, I fucking do.”

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