Lorenzo turns toward me.
He steps closer, and the air changes. Softens. “Stay here.” His voice is soft and pleading, a sound I never thought I’d hear out of Lorenzo’s mouth.
My spine stiffens automatically. “I’m not—”
His hand cups the side of my face, thumb brushing under my eye.
The touch is gentle.
“You’re not going with us,” he responds, voice tight.
My throat tightens. “Why?”
“Because if you see what I do to him, you’ll never sleep again.”
I swallow hard. “I don’t sleep now.”
His mouth twitches, almost sad. “You will.”
My heart throbs against my ribs.
Rafe clears his throat loudly. “Not to interrupt the domestic moment, but we’re on a clock.”
Lorenzo doesn’t look away from me. “You’ll stay put.”
I roll my eyes because if I don’t, I’ll cry. “You love telling me to stay put.”
His gaze darkens with amusement. “It’s one of my love languages.”
I glare. “You’re disgusting.”
“And you married me.” He leans in, placing his lips on mine.
He kisses me.
Deep.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine for a beat. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I breathe in, shaky. “Be careful.”
Lorenzo’s mouth curves. “I’m always careful.”
I lean back just enough to look at him, brows lifting. “That’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”
Rafe snorts, already heading for the door. “She’s not wrong.”
Lorenzo flicks him a look. “I’ll kill you after.”
Rafe flashes a grin over his shoulder. “Put it on my calendar.”
Lorenzo’s attention returns to me. “You stay here,” he repeats. “No wandering.”
I tilt my chin up, stubborn. “I’m not helpless.”
“I know.” He smiles, then he steps back. “I’ll be back.”
“You better.”
