“Stay.”
My heart squeezed.
“I know you have a cat…”
“She’s fed.”
“So stay.” His arm curled me against his chest.
“Okay.”
It was the easiest decision of my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Milo
I never wanted to leave the bed.
If I thought falling asleep with Roe was amazing, waking up with her was something else entirely.
But she was more nocturnal, so she was sleeping in, and I needed to check in with Remo and Luca.
I slid out from under her slowly, not wanting to wake her.
She let out a sweet, sleepy little grumble at the loss, but quickly decided my pillow was a suitable replacement.
I stood at the side of the bed, glancing down at her.
Her dark hair spilled across the white linens, her gorgeous face soft in sleep, her dark lashes contrasting with her pale skin.
Something seized in my chest, the sensation sharp and intense enough to make my hand press there.
But nothing was wrong.
No, it was the complete opposite.
Something felt entirely too right.
Her.
There.
Like she belonged.
She does, my heart insisted.
She belonged.
There in my bed.
In my life.
In my heart.
The realization nearly knocked me back a step.
I always knew I’d find someone. That was the point of busting my ass all the time: to be able to give that someone the life she deserved.
