Chapter 68
sixty-eight
“Stop it,” I snap, but the words lose their heat when they pass through my smiling lips.
Marco spreads his hands innocently against the steering wheel. “I didn’t say anything.”
He doesn’t need to. He saw the whole thing. Watched me run out of the hospital without shoes on, witnessed me turning up unannounced at the Stryker’s townhome and interrupting their breakfast. Stood outside Grayson’s study while we crafted our sort-of-true statements. Dashed us both across town to Stryker two dark, swirling pools of wounded longing. “I love you more.”
He’ll think that until I convince him otherwise. But I’m not worried; for the rest of my life, I will make sure he knows how much I adore him.
“No,” I argue softly. “You don’t.”
Graham holds my face between his hands, pinning me with a loving gaze so fierce, it pierces my soul. “Fight about it later?”
I press my forehead into his and offer him a small smile. Tightening my legs to pull myself closer, making us one. “Fight about it forever.”