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I wanted to get her out of her head tonight. I just didn’t expect seeing her happy again to feel this damn good.

Thirty-Four

Remi

“You missed your floor.”

The bag of food is tucked against Thiago’s side as he looks at me with a furrowed brow, then watches the elevator pass my level and continue toward an unmarked floor.

Our dinner is probably cold as hell by now, but I can’t bring myself to care. As much as it annoys me to admit it, I’m enjoying his company, and the thought of ending the night by going back to my condo alone sounds depressing as fuck. So, instead of pressing the button for my floor, I bring him up to the terrace. It’s the one place in this building that’s entirely mine, where the noise in my head quiets enough for me to breathe. Bringing Thiago up here wasn’t part of the plan, but apparently neither was most of tonight.

“I know where I’m going, Braga.”

“Of course you do.”

The metal doors slide open, and cool night air sweeps through my hair as I step onto the terrace. No one else in the building has access to this floor, though many have asked over the years. I’ve never brought anyone up here except family, and that thought almost makes me reconsider what I’m doing.

Thiago steps out behind me, and the elevator doors slide shut at his back.

“Wow.” He looks out over the terrace, then spots the water. “A pool? Up here?”

I shrug. “I need somewhere to get my laps in, especially now that I’m avoiding the gym.”

Thiago turns to me with a scoff. “And why is that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” I walk to the railing and look out over the city. “Some creep who clearly doesn’t value his life seems incapable of taking no for an answer.”

“That’s a very serious accusation.”

“It gets worse.”

“Does it?” He steps in behind me, bracketing me against the railing as he rests his arms on either side of mine.

“He keeps showing up everywhere.”

His laughter vibrates against my back as his lips brush the side of my neck. “Sounds like a dangerous individual.”

“The worst,” I murmur, closing my eyes.

I hate how good he feels against me and how easily my body leans into his.

“This is your place?”

I nod. “Just mine. Trust fund baby, remember?”

He chuckles against my skin.

“The city looks beautiful from up here.”

“It’s perfect.” I rest my forearms against the cool metal. “You hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Everything. The world never shuts up.”

He falls silent. “You like the noise.”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “I need the noise.”