The Rebel King (All the King's Men, #2)

by Kennedy Ryan

I wash my face, and put on a nightgown and a heavy silk robe. It’s mine, but when I pull the collar to my nose, it smells like Maxim. I love that our scents, like our lives, have become so intertwined. There are traces of him at my apartment in D.C., and signs of me in his New York place, not too far from campaign headquarters.

“But I love you.” “Same, Nix. Same.”

“I want the girl who chases stars,” he says, his voice rough, that tenderness now full-blown and overwhelming in the way he looks at me—in the way he takes my left hand and just holds it. “Lennix Moon Hunter, will you marry me?”