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The touch made me realize how fast my pulse had become.
He dragged his thumb lower, skimming the edge of my top, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
Then he leaned down and bit my collarbone. Hard.
I flinched.
“That hurt…”
He pulled back just enough to exhale, forehead pressed against my throat.
His chest heaved against mine.
“Do you mean it?”
“What?”
My brain still hadn’t caught up.
Everything felt overheated.
My skin prickled.
My chest rose and fell way too fast.
“That message,” he said.
“To go public.”
“Yeah, I mean it.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you agree to go public?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes. I know my own reason, but not yours.”
“What’s your reason? To distance yourself from Rowan “I asked you first.”
“Fine.” I thought about it.
“I like you. I don’t want to see your name linked with another woman’s. That’s my reason.”
His head snapped up, his gaze pinning me in place,
“What?” I asked.
“Say that again.”
I repeated it.
“You like me.” His hand on my waist tightened. His voice came low.
“Yeah.” I turned my head away, a little embarrassed.
Why did I feel like a teenager all of a sudden?
“You like me,” he repeated.
I felt his heart beating against my ribs.
He wasn’t even touching me there-I could just feel it, like a drum through the floor.
He pushed himself up just enough to look at me properly His face was flushed, hair a mess.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, softer this time.
I stared up at him.
“What about you?”
“I love you.”
My breath caught.
I blinked. Once. Twice.
I had no idea what to do with that.
My chest tightened. My eyes burned.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
His thumb brushed over my lips.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just listen.” He kept his gaze locked on mine.
“You said you’d go public. Let’s do it now. Post it.”
My throat scratched when I spoke.
“You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.” He didn’t blink.
“Before you change your mind.”
I let out a small breath.
“Fine.”
My head felt stuffed with cotton.
I didn’t even think before grabbing my phone off the bedside table.
I opened X, found Sebastian’s name and his latest post, hit repost, then hovered over the caption box, biting the inside of my cheek.
“Should I copy yours? Just “Married.” Or should I write something like, “The other ring’s on my hand”? I don’t know. What the hell am I even supposed to say?”
I kept staring at the screen.
My thumb hovered, twitchy and useless.
Sebastian said, “Post this: “I’m his wife. We’re happy. It’s been a long time coming. Please send good wishes. We-“
“Stop. Jesus. That’s a freaking essay.”
I muttered, “I’ll just write “Married.” That’s it. Short. Everyone’ll get the point.”
Typing on my back was ridiculous-Sebastian still had his weight half on me.
I had to hold the phone at an awkward angle.
My hand started cramping.
The second I finished typing, he snatched the phone out of my grip.
“Just reposting it isn’t enough. Needs a picture.”
He opened the camera, grabbed my hand, laced our fingers together, and took a photo.
The lighting was bad-warm and dim.
Our hands looked slightly yellow, but the matching rings caught the light like tiny mirrors.
He hit post.
I squinted at the screen.
“Give it back. I want to see what people are saying.”
“No.” He tossed the phone aside, then leaned in again, mouth hot and deliberate.
I lost the last bit of tension in my spine.
My hips dropped into the mattress.
He pulled me in tighter, kissing harder.
His tie brushed my collarbone, cool silk against skin that suddenly felt too hot.
I felt the press of the buttons from his shirt imprint down my chest as he leaned in.
His palm slid under my pajama top and dragged up, knuckles skimming over bare skin.
I gasped into his mouth.
He took it as invitation, tilted his head, deepened the kiss until I forgot where I was.
There was nothing polite about it.
It was all tongue and teeth, breath and heat, his hand splayed across my ribs like he owned every inch of me.
I grabbed fistfuls of his jacket, wrinkled the lapels, and tried to pull him closer, even though there was no space left.
His thigh slotted between mine, pressing up just enough to make my breath stutter.
He moved lower, teeth grazing the corner of my jaw.
Then my neck.