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“If you ever come here and use Mickey’s name to get my attention again,” he murmurs darkly. “I promise you’ll have it. All of it.”
Okay, bad idea, bad idea— I draw my hand back—or try to—but Adrian, quick as a viper, seizes my hand and tightly interlocks our fingers.
“I’m safe.” “You will be safe,” he murmurs, and it sounds like a vow. “With me.”
Adrian sent you $1,000
“Our time starts now,” he says, and by the slow, satisfying smile that spreads over his face, you’d think he was the true winner here.
You know, usually people end up in a church when they want to confess their sins… Only if they’re looking for absolution. And what are you looking for? Something in my lower belly stirs when I read his answer. Whatever you’ll give me.
My heart stutters, and I blink just to make sure I’m really seeing who I think I am, but Adrian Ellis is not the kind of man you mistake for anyone else.
at my bottom lip playfully. “I can almost hear you thinking. What is it?” I pull back
“Because I want to know every single thought that runs through your head, no matter how fleeting.” A pause. “Because…” His jaw tightens, and he glances away, as if he’s irritated by even having to admit it. “It bothers me when I don’t know. The idea that you could be thinking something, even small or significant, and I wouldn’t know…it’s unsettling beyond belief.”
poppy flower. “You have
“Can a person make it feel like home?”
For the past six months, Adrian Ellis has owned my apartment building.
“But he still thought he could take something that wasn’t his. He was a dead man walking the day he laid eyes on you.”
I eye him warily. “And where is home?” “With me, of course,” he answers like it’s the obvious conclusion.
“Do you understand how hard it’s been this past decade? To know that you’re out there, existing, but not with me? To have no control? To know only what exists on the outside and on paper—but nothing else?”
“I don’t want to ever be apart from you ever again.” His thumb grazes my cheek. “Come home with me.”
“If I’m going to have you permanently inked into my skin, it might as well be with your design.”
“Sorry,” he says, and I can hear the amusement in his tone. “That was a trick question. We’re married now.” I can feel his weight shift. “Till death do us part, and not a moment before. You have to trust me.”
“They’re my parents,” Adrian tells me, and his dark eyes soften when he looks at me. “They’re not my family. You are my family. I am only interested in protecting you.”
He leans forward, kisses my forehead, and murmurs, “I love you.” And for the first time, I don’t question if he means it.
