“I love you,” I murmur, brushing my lips against hers.
She smiles, soft and sated. “I love you too.”
I pull out slowly, careful not to hurt her, and she winces slightly. “You okay?” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Of course,” she says, stretching like a cat beneath me. “That was worth any soreness.”
I chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “My insatiable wife.”
“Your fault,” she counters, eyes twinkling. “You created this monster.”
“And I’ll happily feed it every day for the rest of our lives.” I stand, adjusting myself and pulling up my pants before leaning down to scoop her into my arms.
She squeals, arms wrapping around my neck. “Santo! What are you doing?”
“Taking you upstairs,” I say, carrying her naked form toward the staircase. “For a bath. And then maybe round two.”
She laughs, my favorite sound, pressing her face into my neck. “You’re impossible!”
Chapter 4
Rumor Mill
“Ifeel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Luna squeals, throwing her arms around me.
We rock back and forth in our hug and I laugh, pulling back to look at her.
“I missed you. We keep missing each other,” I say, giving her an exaggerated pout. “You, however, look amazing. Refreshed. Dare I say…glowing?”
Luna rolls her eyes as she sinks into the seat at the breakfast table.
“Don’t start.”
“You don’t start. You haven’t told me anything about you and—”
“Shh!” she hisses, glancing around like Nico might actually walk in. “Don’t say his name. I swear he shows up every time I do.”
A mauve blush rises in her cheeks, and I giggle, grabbing a snackcake from the pantry and plopping down beside her.
My phone chimes.
Santo
Reallunch today, Dea.
I sigh and type back:
Stop watching me, Santo Amato.
A second later:
Santo
Please.
I roll my eyes.
“Did you just get scolded?” Luna asks, laughing.
