Page 78 of Love Me Forever

“What? Me?”

“You’re getting upset. Let’s change the subject, okay?”

“No, let’s talk it out.”

“Travis, I don’t think moving in is a good idea. It’s too soon. We just started dating.”

He flashed me a smug smile. “I like the sound of that.Dating. I’ll take one win at a time.”

"I have another request," I said with sass in my voice.

"Do tell."

"My back is a bit sore from all the lying around, and I require a massage. I've got body lotion. It's right there on top of my bag in the pink toiletries container."

"Your wish is my command. It'll be my pleasure."

Getting down from the bed, he reached for the lotion. He sat at the edge of the mattress as he uncapped it, squirting some into his hand. I took off my robe, rolling onto my belly, and he spread it all around my back.

I loved feeling his hands on me—on my shoulders and down my spine, touching the sides of my breasts. It was thoroughly relaxing but also turning me on. My boobs were pressing against the mattress, so he couldn't tell that my nipples had turned hard, begging for his touch.

He moved over on the bed, putting his knees on the outsides of my thighs, straddling me. I felt him hover over me as he trailed his hands back up my spine, his mouth at my ear.

"You're enjoying this a bit too much, aren't you?"

Oh, I was such an amateur. How did I ever imagine that he couldn't tell?

“A bit," I murmured. “This feels amazing.”

"You're fucking beautiful. It's my privilege to take care of you, Bonnie. I love doing it."

“I’m absolutely and blissfully happy.” I was smiling big, wondering how this was my life. “So, still on forBridgerton?”

He squeezed my ass cheek. “Yeah.”

“Can’t wait until you see the second season.”

“Did we finish the first one?”

“No, but the seasons are short, unfortunately. I wonder which one you'll like most."

"Which one is your favorite?"

"Oh, I'm not telling you until after we watch it. Then the fights can begin," I said with a grin as he reached for the remote.

I sighed, smiling into the pillow, remembering what he'd told me before he did all those delicious things to my body."The way I feel about you has nothing to do with the baby. It's a completely separate thing."

But a small thorn still lingered in my heart. I couldn't help but think he was saying all those things because I was carrying his baby. What if hehimselfcouldn’t even tell that was the reason?

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