Page 98 of Tell Me You Love Me
Franky’s eyes glisten with happiness. With emotion. And below that, approval, which I know is what Tommy wants most of all.
He turns into me and rests his forehead against my temple. “I love you, Lana. Did you see me win?”
He’s just a boy in a man’s body. A child of trauma wrapped in a whole lot of muscle and hidden behind a handsome face.
“Next time I’m here, we’ll bring our baby girl, too.”
“Next time we’re here, I’ll have a new last name, seven thousand diapers to change, and if I’m lucky, I’ll stop thinking this is all a dream, and I’m bound to wake up in New York soon.”
“Not a dream.” He closes his eyes, circling me in his arms and holding me close despite the hungry crowd attempting to intrude on our moment. “I only ever had nightmares until you came back. The kind that made a man never want to go to sleep.”
Franky pokes a finger into his mouth, gagging as cameras flash and the media eat up his theatrics.
“The good stuff only started when you walked back into my life.” He lays a kiss right over top of my dimple. “You ready to go home?”
