Page 117 of The Romance Killer


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For a long minute, neither of us can speak. My vision is blurred; the world seems to tilt and settle. I run my palm down her thigh, feeling the aftershocks that make her shiver, and she takes a shaky breath, turning her face toward mine.

"Jesus," she whispers, and the laugh that bubbles up from her is half relief, half disbelief.

We stay like that, bodies pressed together, listening to the echo of rain on the windows and each other's breath, until Ifinally find my voice, hoarse and a little awed. “I am yours now, and you’re mine now, only mine.”

Chapter 21

The Board

Sofie

Claudia:

With everything that went on yesterday, you still managed to post photos. Are you even human?

Me:

My sister from the same mister is superwoman, so it’s genetic.

Claudia:

If you need me at any point today, please reach out.

Me:

I’m still planning Noelle’s. Think we should drop the sis bomb?

Claudia:

Yes. I want to celebrate it with those we love.

Me:

How is Supergirl?

Claudia:

Cried when we dropped Deacon off with the boys.

Me:

Does it ever get easier?

I watchas her dot bounces and stops, and bounces and stops again.

Claudia:

yeah, I got nothing but, SPILL IT!

Me:

If I wasn’t already a smitten kitten, I would be now.

Claudia:

First sleepover?

Me: