‘Why not?’ His lips brush over the top of my head again. ‘It’s too quiet. I usually sleep with white noise on. A meditation or sometimes a sleep story. It’s just so… quiet here compared to New York.’ I wince. In the few months Anthony and I did try to share a room, my need for noise used to drive him mad. It provides the perfect excuse to not share a room when we stay at his family’s house. ‘So why aren’t we listening to one then?’ He smooths his hand over my hair. ‘You don’t mind?’ ‘Sweetheart, if you wanted me to listen to Baby Shark on repeat all night, I’d fucking listen to it. I’m just so
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