And a fiancée who I haven’t kissed since I left for work this morning.
I grab my jacket from the back of my chair and pull out my phone to call her.
“I’m on my way home,” I rasp as soon as she answers. “You want to take off whatever you’re wearing and wait for me in our bedroom?”
I chuckle at her reply.
“Okay, Baby girl. Wait for me in the shower. But don’t start without me.”
36
HALLIDAY
THREE WEEKS LATER
“I could easily spendall day here.” I sigh happily, resting my head against Sterling’s chest.
“You stay in this bed a minute longer, and I’ll do what I just did all over again and make you late for your yoga class.”
He presses a kiss to my hair, and I smile.
“You can wake me up like that every day on our honeymoon. In fact, I should put in our pre-nup. Wife requires awakening by use of hot husband’s very skilled tongue.”
He chuckles, caressing my hand in his.
“Baby girl, I’ll wake you up every day of our marriage like that, not just our honeymoon. But you’re not putting it in a pre-nup.”
“You think the lawyers might get offended?” I incline my head and grin at him.
“They can’t get offended about something that won’t exist.”
I look at him in confusion. “But when I mentioned it before you never said anything? You’re a billionaire, I expected to sign something.”
“I never said anything because I thought you were kidding. We’re not having a contract, Hallie. If I ever do anything in our marriage that causes you enough hurt that you leave me, then you can take what you need. I won’t fight you over it.”
“If you do anything?” I frown. “What about if I screw up? What if you don’t?—”
“Would you ever stop loving me?”
I search his eyes, my heart sinking. After everything, that still haunts him. The thought of losing love. He’s lost too much already. A part of him still believes he doesn’t deserve this happiness we’ve created together. It tears at my soul seeing it hiding in the depths of his eyes.
I intend on spending every day loving him with everything I have until that part shrinks away to nothing.
“Never,” I whisper.
He tightens his arm around me and brings his other palm up to cup my cheek.
“Then it’ll all be okay, no matter what.”
“It will,” I agree, shuffling up the bed and pressing my lips to his in a tender kiss.
He threads his fingers through my hair as he kisses me back.
“You need to go if you want to get those sun salutations in,” he says against my lips.
“I do.”
I kiss him one more time, then slide out of bed.
