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“Will you read to me tonight? You know, if you’re up for it.”
I smiled. “I couldn’t think of anything more I’d rather do.”
Mia twisted in the bed, and I caught a glimpse of her arse peeking out from under my large tee she wore as she grabbed the book from the nightstand. Soft legs instantly tangled with mine, as she laid close to my side, jasmine filling my senses. Momentarily, I closed my eyes to cement this moment and stir the many memories of us the past two years. The Links could do whatever they wanted to me, but as long as I got to come back to my home beside her, I knew everything would be okay.
I opened the book to the dedication page.
“A poet’s lullaby,” I read, then went on with the rest of the poem as her hand lightly moved over my chest, and my heart thumped against her palm.
“That’s beautiful,” Mia hummed against my neck.
“No talking, love. We’ll never get through this book if you keep making comments,” I pointed out, and she looked up from thick lashes, and I offered a grin before turning to the next page.