“Good.” He leans closer and presses a kiss on my nose.
“Xaden Bailey has nothing on you.”
My heart skips. “Really?”
“Really. No one does. I thought you knew that.”
“I guess I needed to hear it again,” I admit, my ears red.
He kisses my jaw.
“Amore,” he says gently.
Then he grins.
“We need to re-enact this for Luca so he knows I was right when I told him you’re wildly jealous.”
“I can tell you right away there will be no re-enacting. I can also tell you’re feeling much better.”
“I can’t afford to be sad now. I have to support you through this meltdown.”
“I appreciate the support.”
“You should because I’m also going to support you by—” Antonio whispers his plan in my ear.
Fuck.
Admitting my jealousy turned out to be a very smart decision.
A FEW MONTHS LATER
CASPIAN
“Here,” Antonio turns my laptop toward me.
I read the first paragraph in an essay calledThe History of Restorative Justice.
I let out a whistle.
“Wow. Did I really write that?”
Antonio squirms. “The idea is yours.”
“What does that mean?”
“Your argument was solid. So I kept that. But I removed the, uh, words around it.”
“You rewrote the whole thing?” My eyebrows shoot up. “In an hour?”
“I couldn’t resist,” he groans. “I’m sorry.” He puts his head in his hands. “I can put it all back.”
“Please don’t,” I say quickly. “Baby, I’m not upset, I’m grateful. But I feel bad for putting you through this. You wasted an afternoon translating my legalese into English.”
“Wasted an afternoon? Caspian, this has been the most fun I’ve had all week!”
“Fun?” I repeat.
Pulling him into my lap, I add, “I’m so lucky to have a genius boyfriend.”
